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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 ?2 E* R$ x, K" uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 P, j3 m" c# N9 C9 B: I1 U' NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* \ b* c& v! l% UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; \9 z* j3 ~/ A9 {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& k4 R: z( \9 v! ?How you suffered for you sanity,
) g$ o, x8 z( t X; ZHow you tried to set them free,
/ c" D1 Z9 J A% _$ kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # F/ y& q) A, ^5 v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * r0 Z6 b6 `$ U f- f+ I5 e% f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 b& P: f/ o/ F7 C0 b! p$ W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 C( d/ |7 T1 C. u
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 i6 `6 Y( W# s6 ?
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
O3 t, X1 ^( u) s4 x) F4 T+ LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , H% Q+ G8 P( Q& W
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / b8 y) \* M E. C5 G
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 n- D( P' q& ~1 j2 Z6 P+ l' KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) i3 l. G* G3 q& P
+ B7 @) ]- ?* V2 N J$ L" DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + _$ E& `9 f- O, A) W0 v, p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 @- R; s, Y. i! |) U* d! KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ G! q( w# V9 B' j+ qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" _ I8 t' {& v) Z- J) a3 M4 WHow you suffered for you sanity,5 a- P# Z) V: @/ }- U! }. g- a
How you tried to set them free,
0 c- J8 R& i( O" v VThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. Q" L7 B7 {1 X$ E( f2 ^Perhaps they never will. |
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