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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 a9 L- \& u' x/ B/ L1 b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 s) ^ o5 R6 u% G$ R4 n# _9 {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) c/ O0 X% g9 \! h( W% |5 kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( _* ]3 \$ @- G5 d8 zNow I understand what you tried to say to me,& f- a& E" m4 L/ Z6 j. W
How you suffered for you sanity, U" B$ w8 w( B( I: o
How you tried to set them free, & J& N. a$ ^7 N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# t7 ~3 s8 ~4 Z8 L$ F' cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' O0 y* u, {! U, _4 n. W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ y+ @" R& g: {3 ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
a+ Z, j* e: o" _/ ZWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" X9 W6 C3 Z9 v6 W8 pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) P( ]" d7 I, XYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . s4 p& M; W" e2 C9 A+ j
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( J: q2 d" y/ F. W( k8 h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % s9 O2 B9 C7 `) J
! B: n8 I' Z! XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % |2 A3 q' a! h& Y' g+ ^, i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, u1 G$ w. n! c! Y7 m5 qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ L: Y7 b6 l# C# q5 a8 ~5 [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,
# ~! c$ @( G9 uHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ g) D3 w4 @ i8 d% i x$ pHow you tried to set them free, 7 Z$ l4 |# {8 v1 z, ]+ |8 O" t
They would not listen they're not listening still, - K, h& B+ |! |- P
Perhaps they never will. |
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