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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- [; D {2 R6 F- G; ?/ DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # K3 y, A" T, f# C( `) U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 O; p: M d) B, l# t
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : G, E0 @% d" K/ X- s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* m; K. |" w: J5 aHow you suffered for you sanity,
& n" L5 q& W0 cHow you tried to set them free,
# D9 q1 U) ^/ V/ y3 q0 C" `& WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 b3 [" v& B4 w0 g4 }/ F& X& k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + j9 c) U2 t O8 ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 ^0 G: l9 n% {6 S5 Y: L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * z0 u3 ?9 F& D" u( B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 e6 h4 E9 m# r# g: R
6 D/ J' ?) J# J ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 w. e; c5 `* m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 e$ J& ]+ d# E# pYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- x/ f8 {/ p8 l" D" T8 i4 r# EBut I could have told you, Vincent, & O2 |0 p c) q7 v) g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 K. G6 Q1 ~( E/ _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # U) f" ?- |2 p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! E1 c9 B4 J6 o N, q ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& G. c& ~, A/ XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ p. U8 j, C/ i2 t- Q: n D$ w# THow you suffered for you sanity,
`# R/ ~" W% N/ U4 f- gHow you tried to set them free,
7 i: B+ G5 u4 IThey would not listen they're not listening still,
7 O! X! q p I3 m, p6 ^" B4 S- G: SPerhaps they never will. |
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