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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 s% F6 Y/ K. T. H6 b2 `, o# fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# h' w( v4 p' K/ m$ L W/ CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 J1 H/ H% ]4 P N! m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + Z3 E& N) g, i! S# T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 A% \9 ~' C( n: @* W9 v7 e
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 T3 m) l u& A- B+ z) mHow you tried to set them free, 7 B5 Z1 i; E# z4 h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# b( B8 ]2 W$ s5 W+ Z9 _; jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( k% v2 q3 X0 k6 z: s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# e1 F2 J5 k% }; c8 Q/ nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ C1 u3 i3 B9 l$ p# P5 k) u* [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. b* g- c; x. D) ^
, r9 ^4 c5 c/ X( l- d9 cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, " m9 O6 A w( S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : Y; u. A, b" u4 S: R3 M# e& C
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 t1 [# o4 h" u5 `# A
But I could have told you, Vincent, * d# }# g2 |2 g* g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' U8 L! D7 Z6 d/ z2 y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- m; t$ ?: o/ Z& i3 {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 Q1 Y2 M, \& `* p6 t& ~" S2 c5 B" E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - F L5 W. _1 X
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 c, z4 I7 `+ y2 G d
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- X, _) w& l5 }. k3 SHow you suffered for you sanity,
, w9 `5 K+ m8 fHow you tried to set them free,
9 v) P% y, {* ] c, G$ t' }+ F- XThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 Q+ Z) L s& [% |4 ?8 f
Perhaps they never will. |
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