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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 Z, k' k6 j* n9 z, w s
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 E7 O5 ~6 l9 W& uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 L, G8 ^$ D) \8 |' t! }9 B% ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 M: d8 m* X" L/ c) H" O1 O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& l: m* ]! `, {
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 [2 H) p, r" ~- W" o# d
How you tried to set them free, ^: @5 G' c9 ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % m" o' N0 H/ B5 ]( R1 Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 W7 p/ S2 G& G+ g, `# d- {! K2 P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' t/ h! c1 k/ j& {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 A& j6 l8 v% w8 _+ V$ m7 Y% s) @% ]( WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 `+ e( i7 V* f0 S1 gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 O" g6 q, M% J2 @1 C( ^! z: I: O6 fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 {) K& ?' u( C/ i4 TYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 |$ r- ~% y- H t9 tBut I could have told you, Vincent, + N) t# V! Z! f0 g! H6 {, M5 p& v+ c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & u0 V' e. q* _5 I5 K
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 {7 n0 o/ s5 W. k4 J+ _2 B" C0 {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 z) Y# \3 U/ V2 K: W5 Q3 ?- o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 P9 ?& h! N# y2 j. r7 i* t" x' B
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % X! J; E U6 ~6 V4 X4 ^& @
: i8 K- |. J) D; g: H, cNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
]9 C* I3 m) L% F3 u) ]' DHow you suffered for you sanity,
, M. k/ y) r3 v6 W5 G1 UHow you tried to set them free,
0 D# h" h* e0 n3 A+ C! S& xThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 ]- F5 o6 b& J# L! t/ xPerhaps they never will. |
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