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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & Q9 f: P) L1 L H: [( f8 ?! |, x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( H% O6 B. R2 X4 }) j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' A( j$ C0 n7 C' W9 P, y! h2 _3 r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 R6 w E" f1 YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ e3 ^1 E! c6 k* t
How you suffered for you sanity, ) E/ \% l( V' ?: g
How you tried to set them free, + U' h9 d) {' S" H* P2 O: Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % Z5 E5 v: P5 @9 D2 U) m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ N ~' j% }3 M/ @& ^( R+ s0 [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 V# `( H* d! C' v* bColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) k( A$ ^! r0 S$ x! B3 u. u
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,
' R+ K1 @$ j* o) n3 O. a+ YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# ]1 r2 m6 T. G" s. j6 MYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 F- r( Y( _/ p* `' IBut I could have told you, Vincent, 5 x" @! U1 T; m3 d5 E3 z X' M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / k; G' `9 v; a: y% k5 q+ [: Y" d
! A" J# g# l/ y% L7 c, w1 OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 c( t Z( G4 O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; j; {: R9 r& W' L6 A" iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 q/ |9 H/ p, b0 zThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 [& g4 ]" d% G1 W
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! o8 Q$ G5 \/ I1 [% @3 s L
How you suffered for you sanity,
& Q7 Y O. P# s( q- ~9 V7 P" |% W8 ~How you tried to set them free,
$ a8 T5 B" t6 N$ B/ [: Y) N: V2 tThey would not listen they're not listening still,
0 q9 j* M! Y5 i- a& h6 }; n+ @Perhaps they never will. |
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