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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 q: M. K W! Q- T7 r- i! B$ @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 u& k1 m. i) }( BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# W5 a& L) n4 ]& r3 M; b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 r3 `5 j2 N" c& J8 K# PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% F' g4 e- ~, B2 [( O! f' m
How you suffered for you sanity,
& G# D8 R, {" S$ y" v9 w( D1 DHow you tried to set them free,
) q# @8 |1 ~: y: mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. b3 m7 E0 {4 `6 G/ ?5 N ]3 H+ E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " I( A+ j! R7 c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : p" z% `3 @8 A( X* U5 G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: \; e2 d1 }! g" e* }Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) W/ h8 B: R/ a
1 c7 F0 V- Q) e( E7 lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& c) O: }$ z4 Y( g8 f; eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 z, ~6 ~3 S m$ h$ |! i$ r
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * P9 C, F2 n3 _' p
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 L- x; ] \% `: L- n* v, _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / p& u; X" T$ S8 Q5 |
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 o- M3 p a. b1 J3 iFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' r( @# j8 o4 Z, Y, i4 _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 D8 s2 O) S* K, k( o& gThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( t$ N$ D L1 K8 O9 ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 q8 r7 |/ ~1 J! c
How you suffered for you sanity,
Y& q" I5 n- ]' `How you tried to set them free, . M! x: l5 I( K+ ~# [8 B
They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 _. G! g5 N, D+ @
Perhaps they never will. |
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