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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 n$ F) e9 [% o3 h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 Y' }! n9 C8 ?0 ^0 DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 `9 z* V4 t- ?4 Z0 W- F# ]! |, e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # U9 `- r8 G5 W* |* y5 {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 H0 Z$ ^$ U" C* R: y% s
How you suffered for you sanity, & W9 C! f$ w) I4 O
How you tried to set them free,
. L H8 P" B/ X/ p& @* o \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( T9 f0 J9 s& c! |9 h( k) m5 eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' n8 S; o) S. s# S1 E, ]: Y- e+ H3 KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 ?( K4 r: J+ bColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 A1 M2 y9 n' V# s7 ?. V' p
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: \- H$ B. h, h7 GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. j' q9 V8 ]9 {* dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 A/ {! a, Q; x& @
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & m( f @. D0 O# V: n
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 |7 ]6 V% \# \' d+ {5 A: _, O% S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 o E% Q" C9 w9 v. ^. U+ t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 i3 \# T1 G" ^+ F. }' L$ JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 v5 ]2 M; y* p+ i( V
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 c; K! A ]0 M9 ]
3 U- @4 ?$ i% m- G6 P8 [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 k' Z; s' @1 H
How you suffered for you sanity,& B" f5 x. k2 v
How you tried to set them free,
/ Z) s- A) h0 s6 k/ h6 c: ?They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ v( A! s; V% \ X% [9 [, @Perhaps they never will. |
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