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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! }/ Q4 v9 ~( S7 C0 fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & m$ b! V; j! H. @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, ]: r) m" X; ?( r9 c8 T) D0 f: v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* Q4 Z5 l$ q- S# t* }Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% P; p9 e0 {2 I. X0 x
How you suffered for you sanity, , a6 k2 O. ^6 S' K
How you tried to set them free,
+ i# h/ v' |+ g8 n0 [' ~6 t) JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& R- W8 N( l- @3 q' IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* u' y' y* W1 uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 J7 ?$ K' o: T/ p, h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : W9 ^, a- Y) F. s9 C( r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, - }' b4 @3 L. I& n) |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 m8 l6 f, X2 g/ g RYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- P; y8 ~+ m0 V6 PBut I could have told you, Vincent, : }. ~7 B, p! i1 ?' {% O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: [0 W9 T: C6 }Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' m" x3 ]5 p% P2 O/ l* vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 f. Y8 l$ z/ {) E" QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 g3 I% `6 g0 y' k0 J8 R
$ M, Z, c4 B% |) ~) rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& t M& N( j. ?' v; Y4 @How you suffered for you sanity,
) }' r& J: ^ w. |. u5 B4 FHow you tried to set them free,
: e2 ~$ H6 k5 d, N8 q6 @6 R! [' ZThey would not listen they're not listening still,
: m3 W) @* `2 }; vPerhaps they never will. |
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