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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " e# Q4 b/ R' n4 s3 N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' p/ ]! [- d" H7 l" ?2 S4 HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* Q8 P: D; [2 d/ `, _4 a# K- i0 _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# d, k0 |2 {0 JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- w* t# a$ W; X: x; v) y4 b
How you suffered for you sanity,
& S, S, U1 W% mHow you tried to set them free,
6 q# A s8 @2 x/ i# TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 e# W# `% i! J* W, X; Y5 M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! y/ D; \% t8 H! k \! aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" g: _$ ~; f7 F% |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% W8 `) U- G2 D2 |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 G4 F; o% O+ F, H9 U0 [For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- z2 i; o; q% ?% w0 WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* h0 d' {' x, v" K. LYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( C3 U( z: v5 V3 K- `But I could have told you, Vincent, ! l$ G5 {5 G/ j6 v; H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , ]8 x! O$ _& G" ]. X* L
$ E/ `. t9 w, R$ vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 T1 {# U- [! w& @1 L# gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 h) c: c" g# U0 ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 N- B! _, Y) k! p! g, CThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ r- s2 K; I& G, ~2 V1 U0 _$ r4 x9 NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 h3 n J- \5 uHow you suffered for you sanity,: {8 F& s( q; k! ^. U; Y* Q2 a
How you tried to set them free,
$ o% U9 Z4 A2 f, IThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 J6 J% K; Y- e2 B3 K) W9 S
Perhaps they never will. |
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