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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* {" Q% S5 f( Z, `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% R% D: x2 `) O d4 q1 F6 uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( F/ W q" O" V7 x( c oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : \# }; o& i' P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) p8 k9 a' W. v- H+ N" s/ aHow you suffered for you sanity,
# K R9 p: j* G5 {3 {How you tried to set them free, 5 L5 I, ?. _$ w9 j1 m: s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 k( V' ~# p( ^& ?+ S" k o4 u, MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
X8 `, g0 M, G, X% u+ ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % r) P8 E+ `: b1 v4 |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# E9 k/ f8 M4 h8 ?9 {$ {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, 1 \6 {% S% l! @" \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) F' v3 ~6 _+ E( |$ l, }' lYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 l8 o" _4 |4 _: JBut I could have told you, Vincent, O+ o1 P/ S: \1 H+ H) E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + p m" O9 K1 p$ g: P
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) S9 G9 x) m1 z1 b( V' d+ L: m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 l/ F! X- k& b! c
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 I5 p- D5 }/ A
9 j/ h! C: | l7 W9 lNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 s3 `' g; g: E( f$ }2 L8 F$ ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 D$ j$ |1 @ `" ZHow you tried to set them free, % |, d* G% Q) F& R. v6 p; I
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 ^( ]0 u r+ W9 c' _Perhaps they never will. |
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