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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 [ k# J2 D7 D% l2 A$ j! ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# J$ _- G) x7 e% [! s0 V6 e0 S8 kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( u9 F: `' {' i
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 O) w4 \8 z( y4 fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 I+ {* l4 I2 m5 K- d: ~6 ~5 nHow you suffered for you sanity,
( f3 K/ _; C; oHow you tried to set them free, & a2 V- D* ~) x; P& t1 d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % b4 u: o7 g, ~3 N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 k0 J' o A) OSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
{$ R( |; e. F* |- R6 Q0 I8 Z5 JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. H6 x& T( t# m3 \; S! EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; \+ i! ^. b6 Y; K
+ U. a! l1 ^) ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 P. m6 W1 Q" ]4 O% T0 r1 GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " v$ N' {: y2 h d p8 g+ |1 o
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" k& P; E: s: `; bBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 @: w* k0 v2 ~0 R: h1 Y9 }- eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, W8 b( B0 t$ m" bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 W7 w" Q# {: j+ `7 I9 nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; s G9 V R7 s( S2 T# J# Y) @
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( q4 Y; k" i# [- i: ~7 X
1 z0 Z' ]( D" l8 NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 X8 I0 O9 C6 q: q" l6 z& a
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ g4 K6 |7 U3 j" r4 F! t; kHow you tried to set them free,
1 g6 j( n( o, @' tThey would not listen they're not listening still, & \% ^6 x/ F% X r# o8 G
Perhaps they never will. |
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