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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 H: c: t8 z. _" w6 \3 b$ jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 F4 u8 i; G4 `+ w E% s4 R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 X# b. G, { m& A. J* I' K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + v$ b' e9 N/ X& a5 f" J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( F5 l, b f/ i& u, {' k0 w
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 G: F' _3 L1 N! rHow you tried to set them free,
0 u# K% K( A; bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! U! T! x4 M6 o' [! `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 B0 O4 G r/ @& Z6 \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 k" D% ?- k6 P! F. F: p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - o: b" X( y: i! T" C* {! A/ @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; I5 o" r! d6 ~: k S) g% v& I
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" l% j) ]7 v# m/ S( Q, q! CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ H7 ]6 { |2 x9 C& S/ QYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( u7 i1 r- m- v$ E0 W1 g: NBut I could have told you, Vincent,
7 O6 d9 i- W) ~4 {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% i! J- P3 h. o4 ]+ NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 A3 T/ h* W8 P1 o3 s& VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 D6 _* b# C7 @7 s3 O
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 a# D' i: t; E! @3 ~
& |0 G" \" H) MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( ^) P1 t2 v% B1 HHow you suffered for you sanity,) A4 N0 X7 {7 h+ i5 P9 Y; w; K
How you tried to set them free, / v& O4 d# Z+ V& X9 M
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 a7 J- v& ^! u) x3 x( L. u
Perhaps they never will. |
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