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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( Z( J: G9 M, x8 p& Y2 gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' n4 }7 b9 x7 p$ F9 g! [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# `& \) H: V8 }: PCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' \5 a2 _; a6 U; ~7 C3 ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; x3 S3 D4 i+ r6 X
How you suffered for you sanity,
) [/ C- }& P2 ], }2 sHow you tried to set them free, 8 \4 S( [. `0 U9 C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 m# s2 s/ b( E8 _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % Z' N2 `7 ~$ u' H2 w) F H6 X
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, z$ J4 F1 h1 R8 R8 lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( B& T6 W/ |6 W L$ X/ w. h; p( W5 V5 kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. `) J$ h4 d+ D' A6 q P
9 t4 L3 v1 x/ I! C5 Y& ^6 ^0 O5 oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) K) ^: k2 z# z' S3 nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - ~, G; ~0 l; T7 D% ~1 r
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 q7 A5 y/ g' b0 A e( y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ A5 ]8 b3 ^- FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 e- X" }# ` E9 U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; m% ]4 l$ N" B! y7 Q/ T% v' ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . r: d# L# G5 C" _: R& [
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, % }, `" R' ~9 @
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 A: B6 z& c SHow you tried to set them free, $ C% T: ?7 P) E- X, V# C
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 l: x& n5 Z# |( r
Perhaps they never will. |
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