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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 L& Y: [" b( h- P u: ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , K/ Z, W9 x9 j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% ?) v% c( v# L# e+ e, V0 cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. x/ K) Q* x; D# w& m5 _! N; d8 e2 r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 f1 q) k2 H! y" b3 K% }4 I
How you suffered for you sanity, # E$ Z/ ~' Y7 z6 e# D
How you tried to set them free, * @8 [0 W3 U% J1 O2 v# `: _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. U4 [# B: P7 `" u& z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 J* ?1 ]3 R& O9 M2 {* I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 v7 h* \5 D. @7 z% E. LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, @, ]* m% [/ X' KWeathered 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, 1 S: F3 @$ t2 |6 G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / P% Z/ F/ Y4 h: I2 q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: n& T( |. C. d* m0 ~4 j$ T6 P& ]But I could have told you, Vincent,
G9 c7 W/ F$ A3 m# v8 J' oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ~! e+ _0 {" K. p( N$ K) `9 n, g# J7 D
' |! @9 H o: FStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. X" v0 N& k- [8 o% Z. vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ g9 E5 q; p1 }; K/ u$ }5 W3 o" ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 U5 b- D/ B! g2 w0 h- JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 @+ T1 @. r6 e4 K+ t; `2 m
How you suffered for you sanity,& K8 g. T6 S1 u4 j& {) N
How you tried to set them free,
7 @% W3 g8 |' s- s. C7 l) {They would not listen they're not listening still,
) ?: i- f0 X; E. P+ J% OPerhaps they never will. |
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