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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' V4 B4 J6 N* V) iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; k8 ]$ a4 D! ^6 A- p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% h; {/ Z& I' G& S' n5 f* `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * u+ {5 p) }# J2 S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," A6 {- R8 N! Z) M
How you suffered for you sanity,
( j3 S" C. o X/ C/ p0 [How you tried to set them free,
# B: l; t( G; Q Y w UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 i/ z2 X5 T; }# cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: W6 e9 G! f9 _, O, _$ C5 ]8 U9 kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( R; |9 ^3 h1 N5 b) b+ s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, }( u W6 _5 z6 R9 d, P# Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 O: S, C$ F1 cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 @5 L: |5 `9 v! ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' Q+ e& D( e+ e+ _7 FYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' i* h5 ]: X" P3 S" s
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 n9 O% {- {2 w+ Z! v6 ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / ^, {& }/ J) V' I$ S) [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! n* ~2 o3 j+ b& }. L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 P3 i/ x# e h5 [; J0 W x8 KThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 M# i, p7 w" H7 E
/ W/ N, F; X! e7 p; X6 t; f: v) uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : a3 A' h( v0 B4 f4 \/ K; {
How you suffered for you sanity,! S6 o. ], o% h! O! h
How you tried to set them free,
' |# n7 N2 z2 a% t5 I/ K. z$ |They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 r1 c$ E4 k! Y. [& n4 j
Perhaps they never will. |
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