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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 y5 _7 m) s' b& l: bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 f- z5 Z# W! \ e: K$ G- g. FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: [/ O9 {& @, W9 n1 G& wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 g: Y8 m# }- J- XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,; C2 G7 f3 L i+ l: ^
How you suffered for you sanity, / s* |. k" [$ C8 K, @3 T2 R% v/ j
How you tried to set them free,
& K% F! `% R. T0 P$ b. v* n0 D; A7 f, nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 X% I/ ]( M# i _/ oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 m* S6 M `# C" f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; {2 }# s0 G; l; ^" m7 g% hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : e7 Z+ l$ `) k8 O8 N: Q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( b- t6 R w& y" a% ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 \9 t: B7 y* t. B: }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 P* {4 T" j# m
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 N% L1 ]' N$ ~1 O) \% P ]& r J
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' s" ?' w. t1 A$ t5 X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * p9 d# K# ^" q- r& V) M) X
# h4 v$ k4 \7 G( {" I& T' F) JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 i2 I0 J8 r7 a) a( m2 x% AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 b1 N4 g( |3 i/ Q* J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 n4 z3 u/ V: L2 GThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 a( d& y& u9 o1 }2 R7 WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 U" Y, m6 b! w$ n
How you suffered for you sanity,
! I: L" X) n7 e9 ?$ e( \How you tried to set them free,
# g$ c: i- \- Z, k- y7 e hThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 |6 A5 g1 i. E7 s
Perhaps they never will. |
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