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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! d6 K4 g% L# j2 s: JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 p- l1 g9 s1 P4 d s3 t6 E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- U+ U+ ^% O& a! t6 e2 C- Y! Z9 I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + x/ Z) D! K& B/ S, R" G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 k3 F, F' r! O2 T' j
How you suffered for you sanity, + [, n2 P+ F- y u1 j
How you tried to set them free,
- u- C" H/ G) p/ \4 f3 S1 `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 k4 b! {& ^ G, R$ \, [8 j) C" MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 c% i& o S3 y& E8 A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ O& t# M5 |: i; p# xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + Y5 n0 ]( P6 Y/ e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. }0 g0 R. `6 w0 z- l; y4 F3 U" {" u' p" w
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, / J5 B. L' r" p/ `7 G, ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * G- R+ w7 o4 U5 x2 l; g: R
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ m6 Z. ?2 B1 o9 T9 P/ RBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ `- x3 f9 V6 X5 R; X- @& l
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - X8 |5 h* i! C8 d( p: O- o6 H
, H v. q9 w3 |) w7 _: k/ JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 g8 N {4 H3 }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 h/ R! _% `5 W8 U5 j0 C0 }7 S& OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, W5 ?) d- v+ a0 p
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,
3 s; o9 B6 G5 F6 P0 YHow you suffered for you sanity,* M; U2 C8 ^7 Q2 o7 |' ?; H" N
How you tried to set them free,
6 |, H, Q% M: s, t1 F' WThey would not listen they're not listening still, * _4 ~! F) S' p0 Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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