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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 b) J* D) z4 WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ `; I' g8 |1 W5 ]2 ~8 `- Q, m! A" w TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( b; M7 f0 A* K7 J, r+ D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! J) y0 w, X3 [7 k6 N2 E4 GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# S( s$ h% F1 \- e! tHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 s. j9 F9 C+ f5 @) j% pHow you tried to set them free,
- h6 D# B* u$ |7 I) j, XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # _1 E6 t# C+ h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 X" O7 r# z2 W+ }" d* cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 |" a# n9 l* i- @8 N/ o+ ]/ KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, g. l4 C( e7 T5 h6 E3 D
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 n4 O( v% }0 b- x m/ e% h
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 O% r) R8 x: v p( Y& ?7 B7 M0 ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( p& {' S; }/ K& ~* F4 M" @
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 e% O" O8 U6 Y1 LBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. v" {# K" V+ b' Z: ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* q- W9 l0 y0 z% u5 a' c& bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 t. x6 E0 ~3 G1 Z$ v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 U1 w% H: S# N# f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 Y& u5 W m, h( u- X3 {9 ]% X6 u4 SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 n, j; I+ J: p
2 G' X( t2 i! `8 u9 X PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; k$ f7 c9 h: [
How you suffered for you sanity,7 b& j# I4 a" X
How you tried to set them free,
% @) j+ [: [- u5 b7 m; n O! wThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 e2 h" H( Z- h8 e6 |3 M6 W" g1 R
Perhaps they never will. |
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