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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: A6 h% \: y3 }5 \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ f0 _+ b' \" t! L' U. f1 O& t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 x0 H4 w5 z) M' F# h JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' {% i, F3 N; L8 x% C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ m& _) L. }' ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
- k8 E9 A+ N8 O- _. L# c2 ZHow you tried to set them free,
/ o. o% r K/ r0 j. H5 wThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / W: b$ Q( h8 S: |2 B5 v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 n- q1 |# [" v5 }% uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 M4 o1 J: A" I5 D' K. [0 dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ e. k3 d2 j4 O& \8 rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 W. ?, T) W" o% ]# p- e
1 B! T. j; n4 [; Y' lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( ^, Z" r u& g7 `( YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 X6 V9 Z6 k0 i6 ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ y; S/ P! u6 ?" ?9 ?But I could have told you, Vincent,
% U2 x$ D2 \' Z2 I4 }; ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 ]+ \+ @: a. yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 C2 i. \- h) W2 N' {5 [5 H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 p1 T* o0 X6 Y- W, K2 _The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 S1 K' K% {' a% @. w2 ?+ L. w
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - H; s; I' z- K% \* e
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 S, }6 R* H9 ~7 y2 GHow you tried to set them free, 2 |! q$ }! C, h7 |* }' T z# {% Y- f: @
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 X! L' ^- \) y V1 {1 i' ]. IPerhaps they never will. |
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