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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* L6 H- R4 L' W6 t/ D5 L# gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ M: ^+ j& F! @2 FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, y0 Y$ S( @2 ^7 w8 u; @" K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' Z, l) `1 r; x; |+ sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,* B0 O+ U" V, X8 ^( I, P
How you suffered for you sanity,
* x9 C$ ]: [& w" T& h2 |3 sHow you tried to set them free, 8 U8 z5 \. G, `. |4 l0 \8 ^: W
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ y" q" g7 V+ e% t: Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; L" L; P. ^% P7 E1 Q2 DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! k" i2 [+ q$ l& w" TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( J; d! m) k" x; z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: s* H1 x. v3 W' @( EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 c: S/ z1 a5 q* B' }, {You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) Q$ k( C* j4 t- } o7 C# dBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 I1 E& Q/ U: R: b, l& M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + Y' S' Z+ f/ D( k; d( b
: N- l/ Y$ j7 r) T6 kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: L7 L; s7 M8 t: M# G+ K bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) w2 w) g3 ?5 d$ O$ |. `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 b, K5 w% U# l5 N* F" \. m! @' i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( w6 X8 `& Q! M
. u! U$ a7 v- ^+ V: qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 I, C9 g$ q: s* V2 x6 tHow you suffered for you sanity,5 }: B& f5 [2 U4 F' U. n
How you tried to set them free, % ?* Z) q7 {- ?! V: H, V
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 q% u& z8 g, w3 B1 E& W1 |( W8 g
Perhaps they never will. |
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