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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; g3 T8 Z3 [( x% q/ }: p. c# F" zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 B1 u3 ?' ^3 T& V* k5 N- y% {( OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ k9 Z" m" z5 J; F: B9 v7 l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) ~$ F7 o: v' L- W0 _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 O% k" E3 s6 Q8 O* G
How you suffered for you sanity, ' t0 i6 \) O; |7 |
How you tried to set them free,
6 l. G: L3 a+ K9 f0 D( I3 b' fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / h2 V( x! G- r4 H% k; u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 @% D4 D7 T0 R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + {0 a0 @: h* J" z. O" c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 ?0 r; R+ f/ p$ e3 l) d! V/ V
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 r3 L5 [+ ~2 s0 k. a; S5 n9 D$ w
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& e7 R6 C& b# s w3 VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 ] `2 { K; ~9 n, R% I8 FYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( f. f ~% `' E% A
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( p$ i3 ~6 P" Z; \, y# v6 _) q; KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( v: J! w' I7 W3 X# E" f8 y7 H
+ y2 h; J; j7 _; Y4 y, kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 S g) p/ {0 B5 D \' fFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % u: G4 C* u( p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 Z- M/ G% P# wThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. l. S( I! P+ \) e! `
& o& F* A8 O V2 \' |+ ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ }; N6 [2 {7 {3 S0 g% I% D2 vHow you suffered for you sanity,# s' g5 d0 [! k9 B
How you tried to set them free, ; R1 E. ?, C/ H
They would not listen they're not listening still, + a' Y5 [1 I4 L8 E+ ?' q
Perhaps they never will. |
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