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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" s% D+ e/ W1 lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 R" i6 D# T0 ?( J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 O5 t) _$ S$ f7 c4 P: G/ CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & j9 R9 J0 K2 P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- T$ `3 H t2 } }0 n" fHow you suffered for you sanity, : Y. K! P1 ]+ M. p% L9 _2 S; S
How you tried to set them free, 1 C+ |$ Y$ @) V, d8 D- g# y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ q7 z' z- ^: r8 oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" ?$ S% f6 ~0 X" Q s& rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, A2 \1 ?7 O" O: e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 C$ _& v3 g* uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; f- m7 |2 A* r4 k4 _4 \9 W9 q! cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; Z$ M0 F; E7 ^# H% a! a, cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - \/ j6 w$ n% l4 P( c2 R# X! v* Y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# ^; y" v$ j, {3 jBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; b; N. Y8 y7 A! B( V, gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 W! S. p* R/ _! L8 J$ f+ GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, R8 z( q& ? q# B0 Q9 D) K& k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* S7 {3 J% g/ e4 d, B) _( ]2 \/ J6 ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
{. r9 J5 s9 d3 `; @% FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 ^8 A& h( g* V
! d0 |# M# [5 UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, b/ h% n2 O7 ~/ c) [8 g2 G
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ h+ n C5 G9 kHow you tried to set them free, 6 \8 \- y3 z; Y+ g8 g
They would not listen they're not listening still, s/ x6 |# T% J( r# I- o
Perhaps they never will. |
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