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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 i1 a$ h1 x4 W( j1 _- g8 nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. K0 L7 V9 M; R. g/ i6 a4 WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( A# v+ h2 Y( H7 Q0 ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - L: R" y. l: k' H8 |, f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 `1 k7 i3 w2 d6 m" q1 VHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ Y: F" z% Q: E% U* r5 x7 e4 cHow you tried to set them free, 5 T& B4 A& g" c* t$ ~* W
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 T$ Y1 y6 E" j$ K2 e3 f' R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- |+ Y9 B4 S6 r; i" S* E0 s J/ eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: p5 d8 [3 W* v+ F9 Z" CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 `* u/ C$ m6 z t0 B% t/ Q$ XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 b ]! S$ _ r" R
( s! R* w6 A. s4 k/ `0 X7 gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 ?* k- ~8 |" h5 S+ j. w) kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 T2 O7 B: D, ]' q% [
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( f/ d7 l/ w$ U H" b
But I could have told you, Vincent,
d6 W0 E- v- Y5 ?4 P( d6 GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & n |' i7 N B2 a
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: }6 `# g6 G$ M5 z8 KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% I6 }8 B( C% KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& h6 U! W. K! tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; Y7 n- X. M/ t4 ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * V, ]3 z" F6 _
How you suffered for you sanity,
T4 v/ B: l- L1 p2 v5 hHow you tried to set them free,
( l* M& c) e$ {# |: b7 LThey would not listen they're not listening still, 9 e" ?) Q, x J7 g4 S
Perhaps they never will. |
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