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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 }% r6 G6 ^$ f9 zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. _$ v6 F+ ` \3 V4 d: }: wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ F; x( U! }. H; v s) s" B6 W# yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" m% ]2 M4 n+ J: u% C5 e6 zNow I understand what you tried to say to me,& i6 x! m8 ^2 N: R/ i
How you suffered for you sanity,
( }/ R1 g0 D0 ZHow you tried to set them free, 4 R `) D9 M% R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' b9 g" y9 ^ P9 c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, [% ]7 }* |) }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 n4 @1 y' D* a5 m; K; g/ |' qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 K/ d5 d8 w1 X- S5 pWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( d6 E- g3 d* ~, C, F+ P
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 b0 r# ~3 f# z% Q2 x5 @' pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 h, G; F; u; y- w0 l& {1 C
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 O. i# X" p6 ^$ B- Z# g9 E% g
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 H* ~+ x3 t3 b) H, D3 u5 U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + P8 H/ U$ ^' G M1 Q! o
/ I: c! H0 b0 Q0 Q1 {& J4 aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, V: O' o8 |# R9 c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: {' A: r# E$ V; X4 C) tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ P% E8 Z; @0 @: p7 V8 L! C( cThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , h' T$ f3 s c6 T
7 e; I |/ h5 D D' p3 \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, _! h2 o5 C( m" l( XHow you suffered for you sanity,; A+ u3 Z' u% e: Y( N9 I, e# v' D
How you tried to set them free, * [3 N2 B" N0 `3 c; O5 R, M# H
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 H' H. C# y/ }- n# |$ t
Perhaps they never will. |
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