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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* S5 m% U! G7 d* fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 a3 C5 d, a& U( Y' a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& O/ E, v+ D+ VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 w& h9 I7 W- k2 zNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
* ~5 m* P4 l7 x) V, UHow you suffered for you sanity, " l \9 d3 k2 K* r. d* B, z
How you tried to set them free, ' i. N: }& o7 V& B) Y4 n8 H
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 q ~/ ]0 M4 y0 L! s, Z7 o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . S/ m9 c" Z& H4 X% A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" `" p) ^4 e6 m4 S5 ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 C" G; S+ |; u: h3 HWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. [( a* c& l8 v, E6 w
+ \) J- `& _9 a# l, U6 A. uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 _ V6 V6 o- x, k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 l; A5 U. z( _' `
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 f# G9 V. E2 N: H% b0 W
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 k. e2 P" Q' o$ wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 H8 k+ a$ m# Y4 r1 G. `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' u- z* _4 v! ~, s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * ~: Y& H: f- ^* @/ D; y3 P4 m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 c# _% ?! v9 @% B8 \
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, 2 f) |: M2 h2 b" o
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 i( @3 ?. W2 V& F- hHow you tried to set them free,
9 b! V1 \) w) KThey would not listen they're not listening still, w- H2 o7 U) j! M
Perhaps they never will. |
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