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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 |, I4 k1 u" c- O
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 C" ]7 u/ N0 H+ e3 [6 j& kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ p! v8 D% c W9 qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 H, E1 I6 |" N* VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, q2 i& p% {, x& R( V0 A: }6 B5 fHow you suffered for you sanity, ' j& d" n5 L, K" e8 H' p8 Z
How you tried to set them free,
" i, y& z3 C% Z: n7 r3 J, A' sThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 |' T0 h# U' @* L# O1 w. CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; H W+ d( p( d, mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - I, s7 ]. e! H/ G! d; v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) z4 V' F5 I! {# a/ I
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, 2 A5 `; S* z# \2 S& W6 M5 q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ B: L2 B Y( k, n7 v
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 o/ \" L& b6 P1 R
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( K1 R' f5 z2 N3 E2 ~! m& e- n% p- uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % i& b+ p& K9 S9 `1 t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 Q$ e& E, p5 _; i4 e6 a- X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& J! g* L5 g& L8 J0 D" WThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! }( n% L0 y* o, [
/ M W$ ~) I# q8 M) C) Y4 J% H5 ?Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( X" N+ `/ u5 [8 k' E `4 pHow you suffered for you sanity,1 }4 |: Z% S3 d2 V7 w$ e( ^ x
How you tried to set them free, 2 s- x ~! l. B9 _
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- T6 j0 n6 {) ^1 i. uPerhaps they never will. |
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