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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: A4 z& ?. T) T" a, DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! \4 m. G& R! ^. B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& u; g F- z2 b( }- |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / z% B: p8 g: @( I, b" M$ M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' t- S' F+ D' M+ K2 HHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 M. z* Z3 ^8 ?, C, q# ^. k6 T @
How you tried to set them free,
. a$ j X% y9 o) J+ J8 f, uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # C% Q. B/ f" @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / c3 L' n9 P! L% P- |: S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 o( ~( k e8 n7 {- `1 A" Q' w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, R1 B8 R; o% {( }" q( lWeathered 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, ; h6 o& S; i0 A$ Z& }( [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 @: s5 b) K; E+ v4 @. ?You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' L1 r% \; C/ b2 Z r& L) jBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 K2 |7 W! W W4 @1 l
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : O0 Y3 {: V4 E
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 e7 U; d4 O' Z$ Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 ^: ]- x5 u+ }# _' SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 ^2 E7 X: l7 G2 R) B0 V( i+ ?The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " r4 J$ j+ D$ n- ^$ u5 {
6 ^# ]! ^* M7 a! U' _0 bNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% i) H2 e0 U/ `7 _; }How you suffered for you sanity,
5 [2 e0 |# K$ a! rHow you tried to set them free, % @! X9 E9 D- G
They would not listen they're not listening still, / i& R. D0 ^" o/ U
Perhaps they never will. |
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