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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) b& `/ j1 \$ a6 E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* v/ N: T# I, q$ K0 qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 o% E H' b) @# x- h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 L B& d. E: y& V2 JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,+ T, [8 G$ a! O5 B& z3 J) n
How you suffered for you sanity, $ {2 S. y1 w0 q! e# z! |+ F
How you tried to set them free,
4 y" L" z4 k. `' CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : }# ]8 ]5 H! p* ~" t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: w7 t% u# A- jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; P" h& s. Z3 p3 GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
~% A3 e4 P, B0 nWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. a$ @, b) q9 f0 q y
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : r: r( V& O% `) K, q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : \# H+ v# w! n4 n! p. K5 Z- O. C% X
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 ^! @1 t' D: v8 a$ oBut I could have told you, Vincent,
7 w& u8 R+ I6 A/ `5 C8 n! [. mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 p5 S; C1 v; e3 d: e; A- w
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* m- z; }0 f6 e9 P! a; S" eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, m3 [- ?/ J9 W* E& p* rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 }9 Y& D0 K# G$ Z$ q5 qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * g; L3 J* ]! a# ~# J
3 ^! p& P, ^9 P0 g, NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; ^7 N2 X- \5 [3 e. s! i0 YHow you suffered for you sanity,5 {4 T7 a4 @+ N
How you tried to set them free, ) p* ~7 v- Q% j# G# O8 }! W
They would not listen they're not listening still, . |( l1 q3 j/ N# a4 c, m/ a( N: L
Perhaps they never will. |
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