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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. c% `* r7 h% ~' `' GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 x9 r" N# S F. E5 w4 I3 p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ Z, H) Q5 i* k# h) fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& R& R% q& d4 ?( WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% Z; z3 @8 L$ x+ h
How you suffered for you sanity, " ?& D! \* E/ e' _- S+ G* F
How you tried to set them free,
y% X9 |5 @+ D% R1 R4 p# k6 tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( j( r& D& X8 f1 d; \6 W- ]3 O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 H# D$ d' B5 g$ B0 T
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 r' |5 ^3 H! _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , @9 I, c$ u2 a' Q7 S
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 Q0 Y" Y* u1 Q$ C% O8 [
5 d- L( ` M+ o$ w9 A; a% f8 ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + [2 S( e+ O0 e5 z8 h0 n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # {9 ^& c0 a0 a
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ V4 l( y0 m$ a$ B6 B( h2 i! }& [
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 N! {3 n+ Z/ @# l( eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; O2 n3 g3 }" P: x, Z+ k
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& o: ]! [3 g' r( ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( A3 ^- O6 v4 j+ l2 ]# r- fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! ^/ B1 i. G( ~) D1 _5 F
The 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,
: N$ _6 z% C8 [; ?& LHow you suffered for you sanity,0 [: B% P5 h6 T z; Q
How you tried to set them free, ' p0 L0 f! ?6 U B% E
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ F, b5 J: g7 {# H/ A, E" m9 YPerhaps they never will. |
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