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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 S% d [) P7 h$ P, BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; }, S- ?9 `1 M/ D8 vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' |/ [* o0 F' t5 m3 }3 eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . A7 _& S5 E9 p l% ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ n" r1 z+ _ D7 W( `" E1 Z4 rHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 e6 J) s5 L% JHow you tried to set them free,
+ \& P. [/ v0 f/ sThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% M i! s! Y0 e+ QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 z6 O3 R9 Z' I. h# y! r0 `" ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & d! C6 j$ k. n2 W! u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( \, p8 I, B+ t9 ?Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % k1 N% X# L6 f
2 E" `9 J) ?3 J- V. J! F% EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * {3 b4 p, B: q+ s" I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 R- O, C7 x o; F& _4 E) U
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, [- M4 Q& C6 D9 VBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 u8 y- a% |- \- }2 q' ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) H! F% m1 F' T/ x& C& M
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 A) h( n: U6 `, kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 D: V: O" L1 D; P( I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # N) Y: B1 @; H! ~* \1 p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) Z6 I2 f- w" G
How you suffered for you sanity,
F( F* x% ~2 yHow you tried to set them free, * O& l) ^& D& f
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; P3 F4 |$ \/ ?$ BPerhaps they never will. |
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