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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* x5 `( R2 B3 l4 B) q* SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 [- b5 Y2 R0 o) v/ v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! L$ d, b; Y5 d0 d8 z1 ]. YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 g. z6 Z: t' X8 r. t/ F2 B/ ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# ~5 V5 x: U6 K- O% dHow you suffered for you sanity,
: D& u7 [$ h) X/ i+ Q- U( e/ XHow you tried to set them free, 3 A1 L* d; W2 s" O: M* h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # A" k8 l* B- ~& C* r% h$ R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# e3 Q+ u" ?' ^# m- ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 ?8 J. Z) `5 [6 M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 P9 [# k4 y' Q4 ~1 h% |; o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# g" S" D" F' ]7 i2 p1 uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) c3 E9 B; K' t
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 y8 M" S# j4 z) T0 H9 hYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 m' U7 K3 n6 P, E; M! R. ]6 t
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) P4 b& Q- k, y! o! Q0 _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " s9 X% S7 d) i
/ k& z( S! z; U; eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, {' c! ^- y9 M( ?3 d8 J6 qFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 z/ C) I* T# q) y9 D! h/ r. {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 X% ^. q- K) R$ n# G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 T3 H7 q$ `! h" B s
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, " _. O& ~% y. \7 ]+ l
How you suffered for you sanity,2 A4 f0 k) f" H' x( p2 E
How you tried to set them free,
# b) |4 l3 W' F" ]/ v. h2 eThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 ^1 ~) `/ G0 X3 o% c0 G
Perhaps they never will. |
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