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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 q3 i: P. I3 h, x; Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 u& \3 O& {) y) dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) t! ~1 h7 G# J2 U: l* W% z P; S: YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 c# i' u% u) x1 I" ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! o# _8 X. D: Z# W8 [How you suffered for you sanity, # z/ z* v: f7 n; c$ n4 R# A9 m4 e
How you tried to set them free,
! i$ d' y0 U$ b: |/ D( w0 q, XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 Z# ]" A; K) m1 r# P# N% \+ Y4 Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, T; z) a) Z1 ]: o, D& @0 d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 j# s% S4 Z. S: e/ H0 }/ X% kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* L9 e, U9 V. b% q) r) d6 p+ vWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * j0 Z: d$ f9 W
- }( c4 F( w X/ v/ n) kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( Y) k( h+ p4 F1 }9 a8 y: _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & {' o' M, T" Z$ C; Q' [6 Z) L2 f" v4 [
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ?: |4 D! a) D" B; g% ~- c+ [
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; s x/ x, l" sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' ^2 H- N- C y _! u9 _6 ?- k7 mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) p) a0 c( h, a3 ^9 x" n- F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 A+ D P* l# r* [% [! E6 z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ j* K1 c* v3 B$ ]# k# q3 X
7 c: D3 ]: R% ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . k1 f% k9 r: |7 \2 V' K: V
How you suffered for you sanity,
. B3 j& x% k: ^4 L! t0 Z/ dHow you tried to set them free, 0 m- |8 |$ Z, J% J$ O+ i
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 W6 L" }- J3 n, O7 G' M0 rPerhaps they never will. |
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