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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; o* S( }2 l# a9 ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 h8 ~7 [9 o# q4 M
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! ]9 M6 G0 S7 x
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! x; t8 e+ V+ B# l, M. n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. r& ~# [4 M' u" s6 U! [5 E T3 AHow you suffered for you sanity, * [6 L( @4 d7 r, r6 ]8 y; | i0 v
How you tried to set them free,
- f# Z2 H, v" EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " C+ G2 ` \0 i a: K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 R8 q4 X; I) W/ C: p* ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 ?* r; y) B0 r9 u: ^) M iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % {3 ?" E/ \$ ^3 ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- b9 v6 S( j m) D: N$ JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + O' \9 j% k( F& @3 K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 I) Z* k& y: O# v2 m7 {
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 C; U( @' h7 x, H# b" ^
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% Q8 |3 k6 V1 `, _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' k! L6 q$ g R1 y2 @1 m5 }: Y
; q# d5 H$ z( E( f' qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( v( e+ ~5 N0 a/ Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) J" G( y' _2 ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 v4 j! m4 T# n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 f1 G% ]1 h7 ^: Z5 [! m% y* M$ I
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / V _2 i7 Z6 i
How you suffered for you sanity,- p7 t* s7 W( ~+ `3 K
How you tried to set them free,
3 Q0 b$ b+ N( c6 @& z( AThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 h ~; Z6 v, y( gPerhaps they never will. |
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