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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% M. ] f# }0 z* n bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( J+ v# ]) x+ I' U8 b$ u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 `: ?& H& Q5 I7 ~; H' ? KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. t5 C; A7 v5 _3 NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 E1 e+ ]3 H, OHow you suffered for you sanity, + m9 q5 b$ D4 q8 m
How you tried to set them free, 8 Z, {% ]- {5 t' D# p8 A
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. }9 B6 p* H, \. N% p F' X" NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 R( d4 X; [' D2 R4 |( K4 `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * y; h8 N) Y- D% o" J2 d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - I6 I# y$ j; x" e& v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 q: u: p9 Y, f$ [) [8 M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 y( s; Q% ?4 R- H R1 o) P
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / q$ @ \% B. C5 ^3 C; W- r
But I could have told you, Vincent, / u9 K1 g+ M0 A4 | H0 ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ R7 \* Q% f6 IFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 A0 t7 j. P( Y: [, [& }! _6 v
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : G0 H- Z3 `9 K$ [1 z- ?" n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! A' D; s3 [1 {5 {( K
: u5 L$ @) y+ o2 h/ n$ X" b4 |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / b; W) B: T1 l h1 B7 @7 K
How you suffered for you sanity,
) t5 b- p6 |" Z2 \How you tried to set them free,
8 A7 z; A% _6 h8 }4 P( i. ^They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ y. b) x) {! N0 S1 t8 x" ePerhaps they never will. |
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