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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 G9 v: K( P8 m2 S: q# {7 bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: ?% o: p( c" [6 aShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. u% V$ V( \% ~; A) [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) n& e2 T! C3 u7 V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 e0 \2 E# p' G
How you suffered for you sanity,
& Y3 m) ?3 \$ ~- aHow you tried to set them free,
) n8 X# |+ { g4 QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. c* W: T. U! ]' ~, u+ [) E2 AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 W9 d* ?3 e" G4 |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 |& o- b, E' h) Z/ h: wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 ?$ H e5 Y8 a1 J( D
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. D: y( A: `9 V: L- j, EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 K, g0 K. I9 \0 k+ Z: y7 J" u4 O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 \3 W, h; e- qYou took your life as lovers ofter do, M& j! i# x x+ ?. D5 `* ^0 _
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 Y" g1 S. y e* g+ [; P0 @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 K: {# S# d! k' V4 K% z, x9 H5 HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ |* \9 |1 J4 F$ r$ p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # H. a$ L/ X4 J0 v
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) ~0 ?. }9 H4 U+ d
: G0 Y; S; V) z! ^. E, ^" SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & l$ Y% ~0 t# N) n7 Z; D2 F9 P
How you suffered for you sanity, O. K# \: N$ c
How you tried to set them free, 2 N, q* ~- v6 N1 k. c2 _
They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 g6 A! E4 R% G' x5 @Perhaps they never will. |
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