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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; x' `5 J( V5 [5 H2 t4 V A5 WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / p" ]* b# ?% }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; p! W' Q9 e. [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ B, Y" a& J3 P7 P9 G3 d5 y5 oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 A: ]' u1 R3 q* D2 g6 GHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ m9 ]- T. M" M7 @6 g( }How you tried to set them free,
* W5 o+ X" v; \4 {% G0 R+ ?' G. \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * @5 Z7 p7 t! f. C
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! z% Z+ d' [2 w: b$ e" FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ ^2 ]! k( q6 b) \: vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" V0 \9 ~' D1 [; W$ _0 j; ~Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 c- {/ P4 Z6 C. `( ^7 E) K6 X
7 A( J* M6 C5 k; B" x- Q4 [For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
_# [) _3 _ h- eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( U s. m* g7 ]0 C5 }
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 h# {/ w3 C$ F6 p6 t" ?/ z
But I could have told you, Vincent, & C; J( }$ K7 Y4 `8 F4 g5 h( S) M/ L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 b9 B9 _) ~" i4 G9 w$ K2 oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 ^ J0 A9 E2 {$ W, ~+ MFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + U; z* E4 ~, S2 Q% i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 [& ~' p- f) }+ ^3 `1 RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 a/ e0 X& D) aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, " ?) ^, b; c; U9 D/ f! _4 y
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 q0 A; D: D5 e; }' ?% wHow you tried to set them free, , t* ]( D. P; ~7 |8 u, k
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 o0 B& H- n$ b9 FPerhaps they never will. |
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