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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 r* Y! f/ y* [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- I0 H, w1 z1 ?' jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 o) e8 L& I# y/ u$ W5 M6 L# [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % i: E: Z% k: i! n' {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 Q' }0 Q, X3 ?% j, N
How you suffered for you sanity, * ^& a3 j) j1 ]8 \ [
How you tried to set them free, $ ~9 r* o/ N2 G0 r/ ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% h/ B$ A% P* a# z* b9 x. p* C6 NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ p. d0 u. `4 I* V* \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- V- w6 N$ ~& r$ M, T3 ]" pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ {3 K; L7 G' c2 E- L/ O5 M7 RWeathered 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,
( a5 V% H' o9 Y+ WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ B* \* u8 E/ _You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 t" [$ }1 y! k; S9 a! w6 V) V: y9 }
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 s& W4 T1 K& L% n& t; H) E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , g% x: J- ]. l0 n1 s
) d7 I- [& X" X) f0 x7 {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 ?2 g# R1 \0 EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ K) d- t0 z% B8 l4 CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * m% z% I4 y& T' e
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,
/ D8 E8 W+ N! k# ]; w6 o& }: ]How you suffered for you sanity,
+ b! u6 H- Z' `) |3 bHow you tried to set them free, . B* G; I+ N8 H7 A8 B2 t
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. s- W, ?% N JPerhaps they never will. |
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