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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) R2 A& H. e( s6 B- XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, m& E4 E" S$ M! e' E d5 {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( J' O6 U7 H- g; z# I' n, ^. s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 [" L* V X! G& r8 [* d6 SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. M5 T% P/ q8 ~/ A! |+ tHow you suffered for you sanity, " S9 l7 V7 M" S
How you tried to set them free,
0 |6 P5 l! i8 Y& v3 p6 O4 M- hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: Z9 x7 N4 H9 B: J# RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; d$ f" O9 I3 w2 \. o% ^9 H8 FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ H& O! q0 F$ g( M$ {$ QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 J0 `1 ?8 ^$ e. M2 H* _8 ^& K. T6 MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 C: l3 T# |+ kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 r, r9 R: a/ e9 \
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) `5 D6 w1 s$ G" `+ }+ W4 r6 m" g& x7 K
But I could have told you, Vincent,
N% `# J! v9 v3 AThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : i4 \0 ]( H( l0 \
4 V# Q+ l1 i$ [5 A3 t0 s" V& fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! [" M) K" n; R& A9 H/ o) y! k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 L# k& L9 o2 u4 w/ z DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' A/ T Y0 R0 dThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 g1 `/ o* k! n5 A: r+ rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( Z/ a$ \; N& J4 c- t6 kHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ g, N' b) N1 l' j9 n9 i5 { e) o2 N! PHow you tried to set them free, ; u+ z) z5 |6 G4 l9 r0 F2 a" j0 _ x
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( X9 F7 e1 [: Y& H g9 W6 j) h" fPerhaps they never will. |
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