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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 ]1 ]. U! p) v6 iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& \- a, T2 J+ {) V. E6 d$ _7 ~/ pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 E2 k( h8 w4 _$ p( b6 {1 H, dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ O) t, k1 ^- G. ~9 RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
% B* k1 v6 D& M7 }5 k& v6 EHow you suffered for you sanity,
! l% l5 d- S& ^How you tried to set them free,
/ P* ^/ r' l/ d) }- F2 `1 o8 _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# k/ G4 C4 G5 Y5 n O' y, oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! u0 p' T( G6 M( Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' G" p) h! S+ X. x' l1 C7 _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' W7 x3 H [1 [
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 U) O5 h& s) m u
: k( t3 J: _ E- T9 PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( }. u* k+ j. }6 Y2 s f- SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 R! I% h- |5 V1 o4 Z) e
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 e% u3 E1 I, n+ {% q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 A' ~4 q) s2 |/ o4 t$ b, SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! R( l2 o! i* H: G j. f$ b _. l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 H' y, x- J" S' q5 x" E' t' NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . C* Z$ P$ x/ Y* m, S
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / Z0 O; o7 [: d" `) l
1 o# V; N& t3 y" U5 sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' H6 B* z0 r- m* l' F5 b! ?How you suffered for you sanity,
2 P8 g3 O3 Z6 K6 z2 Q6 {How you tried to set them free,
# t0 `; J% a# P2 m1 f2 r; t0 `They would not listen they're not listening still,
% ]9 G6 z' I) T' s3 mPerhaps they never will. |
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