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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ N u, h6 N- s2 ]% `+ q/ xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 f( j' u( l v$ H+ V" ^6 nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( M, ^4 A( c$ p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! {3 w* e! g# U3 K
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# T: @: G5 f: t5 s+ R; u! Y V
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 }( }- W: }6 I6 _$ Q7 xHow you tried to set them free,
7 A/ e3 ]* h9 O/ K, @$ u9 VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) h9 s0 _# r* s3 \3 @0 ^2 ]% Z8 ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * y7 n- b/ g! \5 l) u+ }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % I+ d# `2 R9 ^; M9 D3 r. x9 s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ v! j. |8 b7 \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,
! `7 R7 d) W" X- k7 q2 qAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , k$ h7 o) j' }% n2 m5 }8 z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& K8 R# b; Y5 J, @) g/ PBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- G$ [0 i; G& d0 t3 eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # h$ L- o& H8 U$ @, d' q" }' Q: H
L, ^! F4 y; {. `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 d# y7 \' I" f4 p1 c0 ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 m) ?$ T5 n5 H& K" `. R/ j7 ^. l/ RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' d. g5 {7 o. |" O$ Y, z) t% \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) N& Z; Z H9 w1 p* TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 g3 C6 G7 T* d, z6 o. {; OHow you suffered for you sanity,% D: v4 i [ O
How you tried to set them free, . t- e5 c, v! e; D* b
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 W+ ~. K/ O( n$ H. R
Perhaps they never will. |
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