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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 q* d4 I, ~; |9 D% O/ z4 _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 y3 t. g! C: Q- N, JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) b8 E/ h& w8 Y+ w5 o- f% e( y- RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 q# f5 Q& i! [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. r5 L% j4 J( b6 J& I
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 Y( W, e2 N0 s+ A6 J. t mHow you tried to set them free,
2 c7 m/ u! }+ _. M" c$ ?+ F3 x' e7 HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 ]9 X6 G6 Z8 W: u& H8 d3 jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& e4 T5 N% o/ vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* g/ y, P; P2 P1 |8 h7 q' LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 d# e& h) w0 dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 ^+ m5 n8 y* W* ~" g. c
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, # D7 H, {1 d$ n# i$ q( ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 ^; @" R; `% |# I' aYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ q+ H$ ?% k( l9 dBut I could have told you, Vincent, t4 a( V$ ?+ S4 l. M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. k! S. a7 Q% E
% V4 ]; C) F4 V4 m" S1 h9 {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# \0 F0 |- v) D P7 r0 P# {0 NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 s. [1 H2 m" A3 F2 Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 X* u3 q2 F) B7 r& U* ^The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / ~3 m5 B* ~9 }# C. m/ A
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : M, B5 f" _) R. Q/ C
How you suffered for you sanity,$ @9 g: t7 s9 q6 ?$ k8 x
How you tried to set them free, . L) `. s( ] M6 m3 p" e& k
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 C2 `% p0 Y$ \4 sPerhaps they never will. |
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