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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* Y3 y4 U- s" C. }: H' GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& e. O$ s3 x) tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. Y( T; B$ B' B8 h, K0 x% z8 M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : i4 j) T ]$ l$ I1 h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 j7 J- X- d D$ L H+ ~2 wHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 g7 ~% C+ H6 ?" G- I- ^& C
How you tried to set them free,
- T) n6 e s6 o; jThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' k$ B* c; V8 i0 V2 l, T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! v6 u. r& N' L0 \& d+ r. \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 Q. V, q( f, I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - I7 N" F% [; h. H. g! W+ u
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( l& k) g3 o- V* j0 ~
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 Y: t/ ?3 y, Z \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 L# P1 M. T& i) S/ I% N) `You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; @$ t# C& S. f: X7 MBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 g/ Q3 S5 v+ o4 c- S/ XThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * w$ Y: n2 O5 p* G6 P: e3 L0 g9 `) k
' I$ V$ l* X4 l5 p/ S- V, BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( n* F B- U0 ~ j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. V: F: K0 D' O6 o$ ]: g; V+ KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 X8 Y( b* y! F+ t7 {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & F. _! ]! l; T# a) g, g
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, # U/ z. o% U, m6 a0 ^' f- |
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 h0 u2 c, g: Z# JHow you tried to set them free,
! F o5 o6 w% f) ~: M" uThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" n1 h: f$ J4 h) GPerhaps they never will. |
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