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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 o8 ^, ?/ `3 G% y/ R3 r' ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , z- y4 E! {$ `+ r6 f( n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 D" U$ l- r* o9 z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 M! L9 M) j& m1 h m- q: m3 Z9 [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 R8 }4 s5 H2 D9 m! [9 ^/ @How you suffered for you sanity, $ u2 z; j) N7 P* o6 H: |; p( C
How you tried to set them free, ! V6 o2 r* M4 Y9 ^" {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! m" k8 H7 ^/ f9 u9 ]1 E) S) XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" b' b: \( c0 RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 C/ f" T' _4 K3 c) o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % R6 f+ s0 Z' A5 f( c, r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . z4 P: ~/ P' {, o, f: y t
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + o. O* B& X# ]9 I9 [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. A8 ?$ h+ Q4 h! S2 w I( N4 b) |You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 z6 z+ e! T: p& N, [/ m. Z( o T: T
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 h! U! E- K# s% N3 X$ J/ ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' w0 W& f$ H* o) l' r; y) D: I
+ W4 P; u D7 F; r: u2 K2 \Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: W% Q, @ ~3 b A# n! y% B9 _6 XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 w; u( J5 B; A1 u! r% p: ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% x" a6 k0 k- q' QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 F8 N Z2 j$ T6 @2 a
7 z0 `' {2 ?6 B3 Y+ nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 k. U8 y$ b8 }3 g( n( X% aHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 W+ @5 T/ ^8 `8 Q b. o$ CHow you tried to set them free, 7 h% u- ?9 x6 I W6 ~9 W9 C, J
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# F- B6 `% `: m; [' a! \5 ]Perhaps they never will. |
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