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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 D; U6 ?6 i& S7 ?5 cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, v' \( X8 l" K6 \. s/ y$ t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" O) t* A1 k: _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 G( u9 g* n5 u2 Q% B8 ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! P' @/ I P1 T& ^& L
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 p& \% A! H9 _& Y1 H* M: E: |+ b
How you tried to set them free,
1 T0 r3 H" q7 }# SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : x, O! O: H5 I& a6 d
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 F! C% j R x1 Q( v- F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- q, I" v6 F8 b8 T# g' OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ N( `, |; c: @+ a9 FWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ E' J# E. ]$ |2 T# ] |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 z5 n1 ?5 j' X5 y& j
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - q2 V7 K/ }+ }- y# m
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 y! O/ J1 h( n4 f! y6 E7 n1 c' g0 LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* T' ~5 K' ?5 n- vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; N& a% n4 y7 P. k5 z( yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. x" _0 e! V4 EThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' F" K- U' b) W; v8 T5 O$ }
* s. u/ z3 M {2 u. eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 {- [* F) y1 s [' ?# c$ B1 \How you suffered for you sanity,
; u0 t, r# ]: G7 {( CHow you tried to set them free,
* ?) P. W, z+ W8 O; D. |- iThey would not listen they're not listening still, g Y3 Y3 ~( Q0 i# o5 x
Perhaps they never will. |
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