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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( |8 F; [- D# g* W3 \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 M1 ]1 I |( x, t* @+ ?3 RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) j1 }% V3 N7 C+ ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 W* n1 `( X M* e+ i P zNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# U6 P1 P ~# @How you suffered for you sanity, ; `6 j; W! b" |, w& ]/ i
How you tried to set them free,
" N. y* V; o0 y, I. F# UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
k6 w- p6 Q2 g$ B/ R; M6 l5 xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 g- }% }# o5 oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 K; }* h6 @; lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: [5 J- g! x/ cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * ~. v* F1 H$ q9 r6 g) w% h
$ m6 R3 v% q& w- }( O& IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, W$ j" V. Y; b% w+ @8 [+ PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; U7 o8 l8 j5 O1 _( ~; Z$ TYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 l* ]5 Q( B- O3 F- E' qBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( l3 W/ m: V, H5 w! S3 V& B7 y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" b6 q8 G7 v! [4 n8 J3 iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ a/ }. ~7 y9 U7 e$ tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; c3 d; D) X pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ U% d9 u D8 q& l5 |4 R3 rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 j+ n' _: i& O8 S0 w" `. y' `# b: UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, # m3 y- v) t3 s
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ q6 A# A' W' O8 q% q7 ]# k( ^How you tried to set them free, , f- ^2 g% _2 d+ q b0 d) P
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, l; q/ }0 x- Q+ F/ O$ e& K+ ZPerhaps they never will. |
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