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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% N0 n! e: K/ Z' V |! ^0 e- ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" H2 E3 b$ ^# TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 d7 ]5 t9 U, b" b7 W( |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 \2 h' I1 f7 l8 X. K. @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. V7 ?1 A1 r. H, l+ Y6 Z- NHow you suffered for you sanity,
& P6 L3 f0 o, W' A1 x7 ~How you tried to set them free,
# E2 L. } ]7 l: K: c8 j$ RThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# \5 w0 u2 B$ h! Y: MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) z5 p9 a; D9 v$ H7 y" Y6 j( y6 CSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; o- t6 ?3 n" [: ~* g0 M/ Y& j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; g+ @8 s: |& eWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + f( s' y/ V# C
9 k1 m# e9 G% @For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * s, W3 C$ m1 i2 q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 s. l( w" r) c: q. J1 t/ T
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 g0 m: [, c2 D; K% M: m$ j6 pBut I could have told you, Vincent, # N2 U. W# q% L9 U( Y- }7 {. k# D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 H- k9 i5 p& D: e$ R! J% TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 r) @* ^: x' _/ ^9 C& m! y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * u" A6 W3 C) x& @0 C- i$ n' J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : B9 v* ^) P, p; a$ Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 _+ A- w; w ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 ~3 m9 j! @0 lHow you suffered for you sanity," A7 E# K- {2 h/ C, B7 l
How you tried to set them free,
* n" |5 t z8 lThey would not listen they're not listening still,
' U2 [, V& P9 T: [% m/ qPerhaps they never will. |
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