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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / P7 ~6 [) N: T, D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 V2 [: Z/ [0 _9 Q( |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: i; j& U h/ LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 v# ^; B: ?+ {$ M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# }9 o6 D* ~$ }( w1 n, _
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 w! z) c M5 w! {$ `
How you tried to set them free, ' z1 A0 C8 L9 a* U6 x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, g0 m* \. u; bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. Z( a/ d- M& n$ b% h6 y( i" vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' e; M& ~7 e/ x3 A( p$ L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* N! ?9 [& d+ }& U2 l6 P6 fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " y; o. |1 M( ]+ T
! t" T$ }5 ]) f5 @" v3 CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
b' w$ V* I( i$ u5 x! o6 l. cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, n" e! ^) \6 I' OYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) a: J2 H) g: T9 ]& B5 D: J
But I could have told you, Vincent, P+ P! G6 G4 N6 r1 r, \1 F3 X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 {6 H n% G: e; l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" M% ]1 G( H) lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . W* X. y3 n( m
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! h: N$ }! W/ C. i$ _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 `7 z4 V3 L; D6 X% SHow you suffered for you sanity,& N9 b0 z0 W3 z% M
How you tried to set them free, 6 e& a/ t0 R" b; _" J5 o" k% S
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ t* y( K, q* z2 I1 OPerhaps they never will. |
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