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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 w% t3 c5 P2 u+ @2 M) r+ ]% mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( G+ h" g" U2 L/ ~/ M/ U) @: iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( x7 z; q8 N' r/ |7 `5 r9 q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 w( a% `! Y C5 |% b# @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& l. m0 D( R; w! L# j. \How you suffered for you sanity,
% {) F u" Z) V0 k7 R9 T( @How you tried to set them free, 8 ~9 @2 v1 a1 [% `( @4 I) t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( x1 Q( a' b3 c6 F5 O9 O/ U
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! @- p+ Y. J- c* l8 @5 Z6 p9 iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, W% y1 N6 v) _$ f9 }; c) O: QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 Z: |3 Z4 z8 R6 v. mWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % k/ _' J) X( E. x% L
4 e+ v! B* b$ ]% S: m5 q, OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; I! m0 N6 w/ r. m& |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ w) ?) T2 Q5 d
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' w+ G1 b: ?9 Q% lBut I could have told you, Vincent, O$ ]8 }4 \6 }! G" ~3 E* G3 n# g3 @" f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , C+ D( O6 B( F& E3 {
1 A1 Z. {; Y0 s CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& D/ l8 n0 m T, X6 RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' i3 ~6 Y; d! n n6 n3 |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 G) r; Z8 C2 c0 m( _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & q1 f1 `* F( @3 d- I5 c& u0 [
How you suffered for you sanity,
% ]# J8 e0 ?/ h, R) Q6 \/ jHow you tried to set them free,
. \+ \! u% o1 S; HThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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