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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& j7 i5 D2 t" p8 FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " G! Y ^' X- g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. t1 J5 t6 D# h- w+ w8 K3 }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( z/ |1 Z6 W! D# S A1 c/ \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 P. ~( z6 n, n4 A9 }7 J
How you suffered for you sanity,
# C* M5 P5 f9 OHow you tried to set them free,
0 _$ ]6 ~6 `" u: b- B& Z dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 |4 ~) }0 W1 dStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% V! G/ x2 e; g' v& p9 E: V- rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) Z: U5 f( a* U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : _/ f& V$ V1 \- i4 _9 T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! h9 R" W- m7 ]3 _3 R9 Z- Y, V
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , h8 r' `8 e5 m4 G3 S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " `: F2 N" t0 G S
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , \/ Y% b# x2 B, Z% p. W4 ^ j
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( Y5 m! q' j# C; L) R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 f! n* H) f0 I$ uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 k* a4 n8 s" N9 m. V0 n( MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 j5 S" q2 O0 `3 G; Z9 |% BThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 F# h5 ^6 w( b0 }+ r( A5 q
9 l M* i3 ?: @: E# G% L% _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ F. }+ h6 Z3 ^/ `How you suffered for you sanity,
- m9 k3 b I& H3 y' f) H) fHow you tried to set them free,
3 ?, a9 Z- |1 l7 wThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 f$ O6 X9 z1 d4 Z1 tPerhaps they never will. |
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