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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' h3 H- O: _& Z k* m# e1 ]: wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
j& E* w. E3 }" j8 c& @+ _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- a0 K$ Y" s2 qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 R" x9 Y+ E) A; a$ i& p: W: a9 \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, R J f0 T* A6 w4 x1 g% T
How you suffered for you sanity, + L3 c# w( C! y; ]' }2 C; v
How you tried to set them free, 4 M- {5 U3 P9 e/ i4 G B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ I: v7 @ l4 D( X! FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* v) s: Q: N2 X4 Y( }1 {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' T+ Y& o2 k# q7 c* N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / q8 {1 B3 O0 w& H; Z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / I" G% w" I7 h6 p2 I. @; h4 ? S
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 s1 n6 A @) ]; n9 CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( w1 r% b6 |( s" R) X; e
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 z0 W- c ~3 b7 A v
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 A3 Q1 B. S! y) Z$ O) U2 a$ D- \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' A7 k) E" b& y
) D- y$ m% U1 T/ T) oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, x5 ?* l1 u/ K1 @' _ a) s* mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- h* l3 Z4 G/ K( c. I. ]/ n& ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 a: {) E7 k2 n" G5 f: _1 {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 ~* ~0 N0 H4 e6 gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. E9 V0 s1 f# H# K9 p3 X9 bHow you suffered for you sanity,+ s5 B+ P$ M7 h! H+ O" u
How you tried to set them free, ! a! h( X% }$ R8 ?1 X. h6 E
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 Y& C5 I! P' }, W# O" d5 \Perhaps they never will. |
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