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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 L8 v/ A1 \8 K6 U6 M7 ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - L( w9 q( z7 ~1 I3 l8 d
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 j1 J4 Z/ L& g( \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) \( q* ^8 i/ j/ u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ K" B8 c) U, u3 A, H- J% `
How you suffered for you sanity,
N$ ?0 R% [" v& r% qHow you tried to set them free,
. ^) v" }! R% n3 b" a$ F: R. nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 M8 x; P |* s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : U0 Z4 I% k3 j2 F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 q" F1 A6 N9 `* ~0 ]' ~" o0 R! }+ PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ?8 z; ~- N n3 s6 ~
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' r/ L( s8 w x$ {9 D
$ z& v5 }3 l$ h! a0 y% \For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 ^" P! l B& e) {, mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) p8 J" i+ j$ }& C5 x/ K
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 k/ {1 ^2 V T8 J% s" j5 q' W( LBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: {& }2 v3 m4 C$ h7 dThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 \# p; I, l9 j4 e; z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: ^3 h" ~ m% ?7 [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ ~' }. x5 u0 U: d* ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) Y* G( _* q6 X3 v# i
The 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, 6 C2 b" H/ p: ^
How you suffered for you sanity,4 A; k% t. w% Y q1 p
How you tried to set them free,
2 M3 C7 _; [$ `4 y5 h+ r5 [) Q8 BThey would not listen they're not listening still, / }# u6 @2 c9 w2 h6 W3 z6 u# g
Perhaps they never will. |
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