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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( L: o* r. c0 o. n" W F/ \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! G, G0 k9 a7 ^; J$ U0 ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 f0 m# Y# a# @5 ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% i; s& d5 u0 Q/ u pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 d4 C! W2 M: f8 p7 D% B9 s/ C* g" y# E
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 f# V/ K j3 IHow you tried to set them free,
Q! @+ `4 |8 n) h% nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 g) X* B' r4 x- B# TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 ?8 q, Q0 F+ o [9 L" h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 P/ g+ }9 @8 u, u; a) oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + S: S6 n, F" o* y# z, v" Z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 _$ z" g; P' j) [' a* y7 l0 C) S
" u) w$ g# v- w2 FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 V. a# P0 G& i$ C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 ^# J# M. m! j w
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" E- r2 ]' L5 ?& e; ~0 \But I could have told you, Vincent, , D5 w Z$ L7 @1 H; |3 H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- ?' }# @! Z0 N, aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 n2 W$ |4 Z9 r& Q) I. n$ aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 D2 u: m1 ` q0 |! R/ ~% N- f
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & N1 n4 E/ Y0 e1 M. ~
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
t* y3 |* o# h/ }; u& _ \How you suffered for you sanity,
6 N/ \' `5 g5 q9 i6 [$ T4 U9 bHow you tried to set them free, , b5 H5 P5 R3 q& f8 I# [
They would not listen they're not listening still, . Y& D! T" ]0 b- ~ Z3 r' X
Perhaps they never will. |
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