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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, l2 T w" ]) g* cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 M" R" h* m( h2 {* ~, ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 [" k4 Y7 U& W8 }6 ^0 Q: H* U
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' [9 u" w2 \7 S. X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 ?% V2 U' l( g8 X1 DHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 J O: F% I* ]How you tried to set them free,
M, i0 [, ^2 ~+ V2 @3 f- y: x9 }They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " c$ X6 B' @- \9 t9 S F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
W) v6 [0 T+ ^* P4 VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' J" L+ V" A& V2 w' Q/ [. k, DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , N5 X4 M8 x7 Z v2 V8 c, P
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 Q/ x r ?6 |; W' o
* z* k# D6 d6 G8 GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) n/ J1 \8 E( l: G# oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# V% b# M0 Z. n CYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / u! H0 `6 e! b" _. e) j( r1 C
But I could have told you, Vincent,
q% U' K1 v1 U; e: a. C4 CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; W9 k8 G! C8 `* d5 A
) m+ d! I3 Y6 \+ Y0 U/ Q5 ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% a* t% ]+ S$ BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 Q7 k9 X; H( ]( n' ~ ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, F$ F& J3 G, [3 R# DThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# ?4 d1 W5 m) w, i/ J. J* d: _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. t6 s" H0 {! Z9 K/ k* j5 D9 l4 vHow you suffered for you sanity,
' S) j, M- K2 C1 h ]How you tried to set them free, - z$ N' `* i6 j3 n! p
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ ^8 A2 |8 B' C! Q3 G$ F! G6 uPerhaps they never will. |
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