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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- P$ a8 c' e3 t4 TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 M3 y' w0 ^0 X( U B0 EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ Y1 u z4 H# T/ y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . _ T( ]6 x+ r+ q3 F5 i: |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, g# N: E5 {+ a
How you suffered for you sanity, ; r% x- u- ^+ A5 ]3 W H3 W
How you tried to set them free,
7 R+ _. g/ m2 PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) C# O# N8 t' ]; W, _: w eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 J' n1 X, l; N; bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ L* C" L4 D' E4 m) s5 U T7 |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - ?: M1 A6 U/ u; Y# G, p9 A
Weathered 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,
i' M! `7 D Y" g7 ?1 C+ jAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 E: N$ p, C) ~/ `- u% lYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( J, w i/ k" Z; j4 k
But I could have told you, Vincent, - F$ k" v. M' Y1 W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: `' A* p% `+ l; Z# bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' t( ~) x" @% B7 q X4 d5 N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' r z9 y# N% v) I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ @7 b k6 b, U/ [% P) Q4 J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) x3 L& L& q# C! M e
2 F( T+ X% `7 ^+ j5 E: zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, % C! Z, c/ x: v- T; t4 \" {
How you suffered for you sanity,) q V; q W Q' i( L# ~3 `
How you tried to set them free, h2 h' |: T8 q, M- P
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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