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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / f, Z. ^' B# q p7 w
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 G( u3 Y. k* O' t g# i6 o$ B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 Y' u& w% @8 ?$ \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " i* _, D) v6 X) t, h5 E3 ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& L8 b' B' }$ e+ @ m2 i% x+ |
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 y( f7 q9 v6 r$ L+ ?How you tried to set them free,
5 k6 [) |$ k" y4 N7 X* ?" KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 W/ c% w7 z2 M! E* Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% i- d a* k& {# Q+ U1 }: kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - m' N# F3 ?" w2 }. g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # K; E' c/ d# B8 v8 i6 Z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! \, L; g# _' x1 ^& [6 N
$ j: X4 d( O) s0 \. N; _+ `1 i( MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 y" G! h1 U2 n* bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 H9 C U' p xYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 N" O! B7 Z# O0 k0 `" W3 GBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( C7 Y0 Z+ ]6 q8 G7 v9 e& b8 }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 K- a6 [1 f" v6 I: v, ^
; R, v3 y6 P0 m7 q( f% z: QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ o" w7 X* G5 _) L/ vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 D. G7 O0 a" G+ f- k/ Q, v& P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; ?; A+ p/ ?' `% j+ _6 C# O
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! b* K6 [. M6 l) o% k: hHow you suffered for you sanity,/ H/ {( P8 `4 |( H. [
How you tried to set them free, " Y7 n9 W& k; ~' i. f9 U1 ?) x& G
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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