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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: X! ?# W" ?0 s6 ^; s+ d. GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" I# g+ {0 p2 q& XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( Q1 L3 ?6 K) }) t& S2 w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ B1 J) M0 p; g3 b+ S) ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 _+ t2 R2 n$ l1 H8 d( `/ @! a" t/ iHow you suffered for you sanity, ( O3 S `/ g4 ?! P q( }
How you tried to set them free, - F0 S2 n+ h8 X5 y( G' g7 m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 H* b' `: J4 N% m3 V5 _6 q' s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; r5 H C0 _% Z7 b6 x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
h- a) {7 M% u3 cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. }" n; N. ~9 [9 |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . e+ l h# H! |* v* X3 i8 _
9 Y9 K, q0 c+ \2 h2 v9 s- M) LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ H6 I5 e' b, O" G" tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% t% _, z: U0 C7 R- |7 S0 _4 YYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ w; g: @' K/ X6 Y9 @# ]But I could have told you, Vincent, $ |7 L* K9 K. s; K D2 {6 ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. Y5 m/ Z" v9 W7 M9 Q; Y' [- T- z
+ R) s1 J* @4 t2 bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; y4 b) z( d! s- W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 b$ Y, k0 O/ h- `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 h' |) b$ W" ]) S5 ^9 x7 _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( b, k8 l+ v( I1 M* ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: L# |3 A4 _: Q5 i0 K( fHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 g6 a3 `2 c. I) mHow you tried to set them free,
) ]; o# u, E A# zThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 h- x6 O- H& H0 ~' ]) Y$ B. J- hPerhaps they never will. |
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