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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! _! w; Y* Z+ SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 x; C7 O- m. H6 M5 g" g+ R rShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* U- O& B5 Y; P2 b$ \: T7 i4 X
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. m: G; n2 O8 D8 I( {+ d" q1 M) V8 \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 L- Y" F s+ X$ wHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 C& f+ y0 o3 B. l5 j! tHow you tried to set them free, $ @4 g2 Y* I( l8 {3 {; g3 c" B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 S0 k, \: W! \4 z1 [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 R$ p6 T. K2 F# H% A& xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , ^( c# r, ?( O# r+ q* h1 b/ C" w2 _- c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * s) Z3 p( q* p- P
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , Q$ L& P. b* C; |1 T5 }$ W
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 ^7 Z- X2 X* I! Y: {: E# m$ ?* R& gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + A/ @5 k% @% q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, @ F% [# n: Y8 `( {
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" o; l4 _ g3 v' S2 bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . y- a; q- x( v0 v/ i% k0 B/ a
8 Q l1 e7 M! t; X" fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * w! o2 Q4 U, g6 j# S& n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - o3 A+ _* e- O# Z; c. w+ [, F$ w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* \, G) ?# f% H* F+ `/ I& NThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 H0 R3 ?; }3 x( }/ e0 \, U* ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% S8 v, X5 E& m: Z! UHow you suffered for you sanity,& `3 u1 d* G7 Y" L
How you tried to set them free, d/ w$ r- ?: \" N: G- E
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( M2 R% L3 `! p* rPerhaps they never will. |
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