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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' [- |, }- F6 n0 p( `2 Y6 e; z! U
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* F( ]4 W" a" M% YShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 Y' Y4 o1 b- p. h6 A# `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! Z) N2 z1 Y; C, f- m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 Z' G( I$ e- d7 ~4 `How you suffered for you sanity, 2 M' y* d4 [& s! E
How you tried to set them free,
. @3 E" A4 U( k; m2 g: mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; c3 V5 F* }# M# O- q# M# z" p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # X% A: r" Q* d. d9 A+ F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 L& B# z6 x/ |+ M' _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: ^% c, k2 q$ E# \% x0 S) x" ~Weathered 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, % n6 o: S! i/ a8 c% t3 O( h D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 p8 a8 X) H5 L9 Z7 h/ ~4 S2 f* `You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 S6 f( X% Y7 b: i4 C( w( h( GBut I could have told you, Vincent, / T" c' {7 y! n1 Y2 A& p) V) c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( O+ {& E& p6 R3 E. P3 gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 k6 K; t$ O9 {+ i' LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 c9 o& h3 m: V. oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 Q( a0 D& O* @% h2 X2 Q
. ^# ^( x, [, B5 E( x- xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . V9 l h4 C$ |- u: Z" a3 m* ^* u
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 R6 l* O; h6 gHow you tried to set them free,
# |3 ?& b8 x) z8 |+ N0 c2 nThey would not listen they're not listening still, % i, ^# ^8 B+ H1 H
Perhaps they never will. |
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