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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 V* s$ h! {1 F2 H- w: ]' CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; |1 R5 T4 r. c* ~& [% ~$ R2 }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ ~$ A& T' E: J w$ D( h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ q# T. I2 s e5 x) |0 V: ]9 RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# ]/ V4 r& W9 Y0 f8 [ ^" L3 M
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 P8 O* |0 S9 _9 b p6 A: T
How you tried to set them free,
D3 S- a' ?4 ^! o2 [ G5 XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ i, W, g- l" Z' IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : X8 G& |0 S. O' Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / q& Q& b; O3 P7 L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 i, N5 u+ A5 A: RWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 K Q8 C: A( r
$ X3 l; L" U e' p5 _' Y# ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: J4 y8 u3 V# }$ hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 L* T4 J$ A6 j5 I) LYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# [- f+ }. ?" y" g$ GBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ G: d4 z: q9 r6 \4 P3 JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : s) N" S# @! e) C
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 ~8 `; g- A! `$ j; \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 a# I }- n6 j. _" N6 \) L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 O. P# o+ u" K/ c. q; _' r: e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - W3 N" X2 S2 W4 ~) F" N1 s
V7 s% B# [1 }) f! ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! A% p" P2 q# j1 k& \
How you suffered for you sanity,3 a* q: I; u; Q0 ^
How you tried to set them free,
6 y1 M0 x( U8 |/ _( Z% O+ c5 VThey would not listen they're not listening still, 2 E% _0 e' F, u8 d }# h+ b
Perhaps they never will. |
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