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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; s8 g- S8 W: [7 b- U
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 ?4 \) W* h" \& P- LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 _* ?9 Y ?- Q5 z& C7 ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. o/ n# u. b' ?: M& bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 N% |. W- k- D/ ^: N0 k- @2 fHow you suffered for you sanity, : W6 @* p. O O& q
How you tried to set them free, ' e$ B. [$ p" }5 _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % n" n8 s: O. e W( u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 {" d. b$ K" N8 G$ WSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , G9 a6 |, R% Q" C+ A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 | d9 Y0 B& aWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 s8 R( |7 ^4 f3 {. u; U6 _
* ~. w2 s7 t8 {For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* ]2 s4 n3 ?. C }! JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : E$ b9 R# L" D! `
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 ?& A6 m# |' C4 |But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ u' |" x& ?( h% h) u( M2 N& c6 fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 V+ N; n! f6 z- {6 x8 q, F; tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 {( l6 K0 z/ d) n0 a/ WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; V. I# C. S7 h7 \8 sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 D( i; H+ p1 n. c% Z" D
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . J( t; n7 m8 V6 [) O
How you suffered for you sanity,. ~: |: O9 W/ [; ^- l4 `! L
How you tried to set them free, 3 T2 B9 w, S1 h$ T
They would not listen they're not listening still,
L, O: B6 _4 [7 VPerhaps they never will. |
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