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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, G! j/ O% D zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( M& w N# P; TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* ~" O& ]# m& z" ]4 w5 ~+ zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 F! x1 C* ^1 q% p- E3 l. ~0 S! a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 s( ~" |' B8 T6 KHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 D g) `& M6 k5 }+ v+ {
How you tried to set them free,
& S; c: F* s6 |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( B$ |) G) ]( r3 e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " G* o2 s" t7 |# j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, l4 ~! G1 F1 r1 T$ p! J4 Y2 ^ AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! n% ?, p5 t7 r2 o0 G5 RWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 _- H) v4 w; j1 P6 YFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 E3 t1 {% l% r s6 f2 E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * r$ G2 ]- K/ {3 o
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 u, o8 ]% e+ \2 I7 @# o3 h5 c
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* g( V" X! U- w {( ~. J8 QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 B$ t+ ?8 L. S) X: F
" Y( g" \( x4 N* |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! U: W. r* F7 v$ \% Z" z( \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) F2 g. Y2 L4 B2 X1 B( q* d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 o9 J' V3 s0 _) r3 b( H
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,
R7 v/ H+ B# vHow you suffered for you sanity,. D8 _' ^4 X/ Z. F9 u, U4 h
How you tried to set them free, : Y* [1 o \5 E& L
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 ~$ F2 r; G9 `; C6 j
Perhaps they never will. |
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