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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 g7 k% A& N) d* c/ VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 W% Q( b7 e# I( OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 l8 }! ]- w& t3 w: F* y# t5 v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 k2 f1 y9 n u: b* X; I+ b0 uNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% d( W$ r B6 j% N7 ?
How you suffered for you sanity, ! e, l; ?+ g( r
How you tried to set them free, $ w" Y" z# h5 L: ?2 @: U4 c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( o- ?" r) G1 U0 q! `$ \. F" MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 a" C- S3 F6 w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 v% [8 y" T! W# ~" P- mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- _; y+ F L) z9 X5 CWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + a4 p( S; o. ]0 \
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' z8 G: l3 \# I7 U* b* t: B# p% ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 j2 ?; ]4 n1 P2 d" c- y- i
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 Q( g0 z+ B g% e D9 l4 A1 m# z4 N
But I could have told you, Vincent, : G; @. i& u- S: b# U- k7 `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / w# [4 F( G* u- z/ B
5 g$ t- H0 C4 UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) t& _0 b1 u: E9 G3 Z& gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " w9 h3 b: X1 y. y. _" a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! _. F4 p$ e# _. |2 ^; TThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; v* n* F# I+ X1 ?& `How you suffered for you sanity,
( Y+ x8 ?. C2 L n r; \* [0 k+ \- CHow you tried to set them free,
: w: p8 u' q D- F0 V* S+ ]9 L. _% ^They would not listen they're not listening still,
. t2 q) q/ g9 ?2 \1 o5 M6 APerhaps they never will. |
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