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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( t0 B, ]$ W* r% T4 ^/ o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- r. d& s9 N, x) {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) v& U% c! y2 E+ RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 |' i4 `2 |8 i: qNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' n/ ` Y' E1 r
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 I: ^5 S( w1 o P A
How you tried to set them free, 8 g0 i! ^1 d1 k6 G0 z5 x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * o4 u8 B F! t/ a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; v) S, P& w7 o, R% i9 ? ]8 U9 uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 y2 ^: i, X1 G7 d3 \- E" uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; k! D2 |/ `4 RWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % C+ z( @! F, w& V- J( q
N7 Q/ Z) B& j/ M8 T- q/ [For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 J/ j2 H+ h0 h# q- j' \& m8 ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 I- t+ r+ G* F# U9 A
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 m- J5 {5 L: t9 D
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 a. F4 B$ V! |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 H' M8 p) a4 |4 |1 ~- V# \" @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' W) h& ?7 S9 Q9 [4 i8 O; ]+ T% [8 Y" BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : I1 x" f# N8 O
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , `7 _; u# l3 o+ v
4 O8 u* Y1 @* o# DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% \+ V. L ]- N6 G0 O+ XHow you suffered for you sanity,
; E) z0 J5 ]- H7 U: t# S- fHow you tried to set them free,
) `7 @% P3 q# d$ U2 ~ N: IThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% x" _% ]( t# e5 r4 c& B+ |Perhaps they never will. |
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