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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 p, X4 @. H c( Q! d F7 I# ?9 @& M7 m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 i4 Q; p, Y1 h. C8 u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ x4 t* z% M3 c* o, w4 mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 `+ I4 A0 h: g ? L3 \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& u' O- _7 o+ s1 X H) @How you suffered for you sanity, * T- m3 ~- [5 n# J4 a+ }! C \- D
How you tried to set them free,
; z4 K2 @# a* Q! H8 l2 c7 gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / s; J& h4 o, z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: M1 Y" Q3 E8 h; {4 ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % G1 G$ i1 k9 |+ ^8 r# o. B3 M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 c, j0 n# a! e& Q( ^5 q( U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 ]; P1 e! h) F9 o" w' W4 t
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; M, r! [( ]0 XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & |/ Z& D U& U( u/ f: C3 `
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! A# l3 o% W; nBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 A" k& C2 e* {5 @& Z2 h/ q( ^# D j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 I5 |5 T. q8 P
( L: a5 S- q+ R$ {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 n" N; ]2 g& U- X+ p2 S7 j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
I- q& h! a3 i# E* QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) S+ [3 k7 T, K6 `
The 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, 3 X. P; H% e0 C. ~4 m. T- ^
How you suffered for you sanity,) t9 o% W A# h) `$ U# F
How you tried to set them free, , k! F" G; n9 S! q* b# u
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( q' V( w( V6 |1 @Perhaps they never will. |
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