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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" ]4 m* s6 ]( M+ U6 h9 _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& N+ k7 h; T$ {' k( @6 Z7 @8 AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- @4 L7 E7 y: K% zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 ]) H7 H3 d9 e* c) B# y* g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 w' h. U+ H3 t$ f6 F, c& b
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 I4 e+ A- c& D& d: O! p8 W
How you tried to set them free,
+ I: B5 v! n$ S- F% t0 TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, i+ l: H( n2 A1 z: pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 d: M1 Z; t/ T. Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 z% n; F: d1 x! u1 j* v4 a' a- V2 e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# j% j, F# I& {+ Q" V: pWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 Y9 p R6 L9 J9 s5 oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 H. X/ E3 D7 R" a D3 j5 eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 m& ]! o/ x( B& |& T. M
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 O: x6 {. v& j% g. n% j7 e8 mBut I could have told you, Vincent, 5 f9 K5 ~' K% }- _* f: |5 [# w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 `4 s$ O6 F, \1 i9 h
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 T% i: Y: s, X/ g1 h! u8 fFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : U& o& e) A% E7 i4 R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 ^, O' ]( f! @$ R! s/ b$ T# p- b5 gThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( r4 j' i; o/ K: n$ B3 z# {; K. ?# U
9 Q8 ?* T+ N% L5 NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* z3 j* D, M( }, a8 nHow you suffered for you sanity,
" C$ g9 e% M1 m0 F8 @( ^0 r- xHow you tried to set them free,
0 w. G9 G# d6 @, r6 C2 n5 U0 }They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 b6 v( h# d+ x7 K( ~/ BPerhaps they never will. |
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