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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 O, A2 p }7 k& B2 k$ x( ~' j& M$ zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 o) p+ }) W# u; t) }% e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 H; J9 O! M0 Y' v) g" v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 A Z. f8 \1 s; [5 l+ k4 l/ RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,6 d1 c L& ?1 Z
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 q6 x& j" L2 f E3 T" p4 S# lHow you tried to set them free,
' f- ]( j$ A! V/ Y: D& P6 YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 r- r2 g# d' S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 C$ L' x! b' J8 V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 u, K- x: W% {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) @1 Y3 ^) U. U) M8 cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " `6 y. c7 p/ B0 c5 b& M
4 Y5 H! z9 } P; \/ Q0 ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : C+ `9 _) C" x, T0 s* t6 O8 m1 V$ s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 L% |) y% G9 FYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 j k: _, s6 u/ T. f, u6 F$ oBut I could have told you, Vincent,
e2 N) U4 t, d/ w! \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + _+ A2 C: C; y) x9 e4 ]) k
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) f; l, c% T( c$ f' rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% L! z3 Y1 f* zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' p4 N0 z0 x9 i. \; M8 e2 r; X
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 \5 W8 I% E$ c% z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 I7 f. c" E, T& |' U) KHow you suffered for you sanity,
, Z" b% h8 P4 C- z% tHow you tried to set them free, 5 Q1 p8 f* a/ A9 `( J
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" Y, H, h% h/ o [Perhaps they never will. |
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