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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! g: R- c1 b9 ~' p
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( M' d; q0 c3 q/ N( I8 SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) m" y$ y: M( ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. C2 d; U( Q$ [9 i5 iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 U; c+ W$ a) D% E/ Z' u) G' a8 zHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 I& P: I4 G( I u( H' sHow you tried to set them free,
0 Q5 C1 ]3 L) R: N1 X- \" g2 ~* S6 b6 aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; U! }& ]4 H* @, Z* rStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 W( J3 Q: F, x1 {8 m( iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
i: w( R$ `( O6 l& uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( e; [0 B- n& Q8 L1 z, z+ }Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 U( A" U) E) V# t2 WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 P6 m' p& l( pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ w5 n4 u; h1 _( [4 g. O" sYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, i; @5 x t/ i* o- I9 D+ XBut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 j) W4 H; J, x9 W9 ~3 @2 OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 z. q+ e m/ _6 D
% x+ G0 L8 o6 S- A: A$ Z( \* x- uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% ^$ L# a: T! r) _$ L! q* kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( x: H2 u) t* m8 h- e: JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 T3 A) |2 j6 G9 v8 LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 D6 N/ T" c1 `4 W+ j2 {# W2 [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, `5 I/ X& u# _3 O9 L7 M: N: X- |- _How you suffered for you sanity,1 \: Y# ?) M, L
How you tried to set them free, , X! O8 Q; ^/ y; ^
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! e3 {; A% k! ]0 }5 z# k( F" FPerhaps they never will. |
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