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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' ~! U* Z6 j% a+ wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( E' Y) b$ y7 l2 n/ E& ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 G& c: H. V9 ?( Y; d5 aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( @/ \/ I( S% }1 s# X! n( `2 ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, M4 ]% E8 B0 K$ ^" p$ `8 k
How you suffered for you sanity, l9 @% P0 ?. \5 C6 W8 l
How you tried to set them free,
! `$ c/ @* w0 N0 B! \, V% GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' F/ e: X( r) _3 I1 c+ c" i4 _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ [& K" K3 Z$ f9 pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 I* F. `# Z* K* J, K3 t$ c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 L5 g( o9 P2 }3 O* D4 z' {
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, 3 b9 T' Q+ \, `3 |: G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : ]* \% D8 W& e1 I9 _' N! d7 w
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 J) H2 ^. @+ i$ h. D4 }$ n0 c
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 f1 x! |8 u. v `, |' \& k
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % Y( p% B$ v3 D4 u$ M0 ?
( b% L8 k' M* f- b0 kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' H& F5 i2 v5 w$ D* L: G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 s! C7 U* K, [* j" v2 n0 zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- d% ?8 }2 s6 r8 q( v3 p- NThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 N& T& I9 G- l+ tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & x+ ?$ E( Y- h7 \
How you suffered for you sanity,9 H% [; g! y1 J; R
How you tried to set them free,
9 N4 S! A( W# g8 f5 s2 d, ZThey would not listen they're not listening still,
: u2 z' `. u. k8 O RPerhaps they never will. |
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