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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, T$ L* \# h4 Z4 RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 j) e/ n- d2 R$ R- m! HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' ^$ m. L% e( d# vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( H; F6 n! S, @5 J6 D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 I/ o1 f9 l, m, ?0 }4 {How you suffered for you sanity,
+ l1 ^& d! v; _0 x, ^$ g" WHow you tried to set them free,
8 |! ^1 } [2 R- N' _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! m+ ~4 T( e3 s X ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; d' A1 v5 C% E* S7 Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ o: @0 V' I5 qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- D# q' r# n; e! a' c6 \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 g1 g3 b: k: h9 N* |' Z, O8 u" r
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 d1 F8 L3 B W/ ~3 Y8 @; U# k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , O3 J$ D5 p2 g* y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 [9 `( |) w6 |4 o1 H9 ABut I could have told you, Vincent,
" X$ S* u, [* ~$ L `7 @1 aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 ]5 b3 g) ]; t! p& }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; O& }0 R3 `) U. \( `7 jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- d% j' L4 O. \) y6 A- `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; m! ^% Q3 N2 L0 d8 M+ |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; e% q J* N; X( G; }! _
$ r( Z4 w, E" @- SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, - c2 ~9 Y0 B7 o$ i/ |2 |- t, A. n
How you suffered for you sanity,
& u8 u' z8 ?; g5 Z jHow you tried to set them free,
# m/ [" k3 k W" HThey would not listen they're not listening still, : {: u& b. }7 j
Perhaps they never will. |
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