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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ A' Y k! S* x! MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , U5 S! C/ y% g5 o+ x. H: t- N, V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. q1 n0 G& U* k& YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 |) w: M0 A' T6 W0 g y# ?! eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 `; j* }2 W; v' z& f& D) H& z
How you suffered for you sanity,
, g2 O2 z" N! F: S. D/ bHow you tried to set them free,
1 m. U& W$ H0 }They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 b3 o! V! ^. i8 W8 o3 H* `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ l+ K; N5 u) w8 T* l- wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # d; w7 p! a6 s/ A& i/ M( d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % s3 x3 \* q% B/ e7 Z n2 u% E
Weathered 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,
& w4 c e H2 B9 R$ wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 {% I& g+ ~6 O
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 n. C; v7 a; ~2 n. f3 e0 A( ^! G
But I could have told you, Vincent, + \. ?0 q& H( x" ^$ L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / |+ N5 ~$ n, {5 z
2 b* K5 M& T8 T7 SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' B8 r6 v& N' \# F# }# ^ QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / b# D/ E5 p% k9 ^/ C- v$ V+ d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, r" f$ W' s3 }& L" J; \9 i6 C5 s
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 i/ K& Z" _; a$ g& p
How you suffered for you sanity,
[/ G: Q, n5 K. r. P MHow you tried to set them free, 5 l1 w9 j" B1 F" M* N2 e; y
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 D2 k/ y, V! Q& k4 S" q% N
Perhaps they never will. |
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