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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! ]1 y' v9 n5 j9 Q1 \$ p' X8 m7 WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( S& f% C( ?6 {* G2 `; J5 iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( J# h1 k+ A% c0 Y) [/ C& dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 r1 H. q7 F5 I* z( d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 o/ P% i6 Q1 S1 S/ R( k
How you suffered for you sanity, , J/ J1 @9 q7 \' ?4 v
How you tried to set them free, 2 x8 F1 A4 P; _8 W' _, v- Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ ^/ K3 c2 o8 r* b/ jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( E) s3 k% F' L/ O+ R5 vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 h! J" K3 D+ r% y0 M) x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 H6 y1 d V( t7 U8 r% [
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( W2 B# k! M% o( ^9 {/ L( W2 IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 B3 P, C4 e' \' gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 y7 Y! m' v/ x
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; o( S. z* p7 E o- |1 k/ _
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( s! O* {7 S6 l' c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , m/ x! q4 K @/ B# x7 n8 d' T) h
" k) J R6 ~8 J+ X2 j7 aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' B, A& Y# _, ], y% HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 ^5 ]% h% A. M: uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' K$ ^4 z0 ?+ f9 }: 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,
9 q5 G9 T$ I: X! v+ rHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 r" l7 X. k; g, |& _- H: {: JHow you tried to set them free, e& e/ A/ k& q; N6 v
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 C) V X, C7 O5 r7 Z; X; M) cPerhaps they never will. |
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