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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 Y( Y3 T' X3 }& n5 h2 WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) L1 q, t7 a' k; ?1 BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 [3 L3 [) Y4 W1 a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # l. b- q" r- o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& t( N2 D( M# ?1 c2 g) Y O
How you suffered for you sanity, ) x! Z1 \- K3 l/ j6 G2 V1 A
How you tried to set them free,
9 y9 N+ O+ Q7 H% e. i1 `$ S, w+ lThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( q# Y9 g7 H- ]3 Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# i; M7 r! E8 YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % ?! J( U. [6 Q# h6 Q; P0 {
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 K+ z1 C* X9 ]% T' Z! _6 K/ a9 @Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , W4 |9 o" ~7 b. \
+ O2 X$ y' B9 m* RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ p f# ~1 c1 zAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : e7 r- k: I6 Q5 v% f x k. v
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: U+ k3 {3 V( i- q5 uBut I could have told you, Vincent, # ?1 J' c# s$ w7 u2 F- c8 M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 O7 L* ~; F6 }2 ?) F `& |) ^
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # B' _3 L8 [' \/ ^7 s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 T' Z; q6 m( k' Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 b% P2 E- M! T; g: P
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) M1 s; o* d9 {+ S' nHow you suffered for you sanity,8 g! y( ?# ]4 }" V% a! X
How you tried to set them free,
, m5 _: U8 l# e% p- G) y, @( iThey would not listen they're not listening still,
5 L: ~ X4 v9 \3 x2 w9 `+ C/ nPerhaps they never will. |
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