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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- z2 q9 ]. g0 {) a6 y3 ]/ dLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: p5 ]5 b Z$ i& eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
g7 Q4 s. u4 {( w; uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: L' ?5 Y) }* F2 T. s% |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& V) B7 v* G+ k, x
How you suffered for you sanity,
* t: L; U) ~3 O6 ]- o1 I) k! f( g, F( FHow you tried to set them free, * F9 j2 u: L v) }, N% T! o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + [6 l: f+ G; y4 ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. [! N& C, ?; I3 n9 i0 WSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 B1 [! ^; o' C0 y3 W, c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' q9 o& |1 w' _, I. g& K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % k1 Q+ ~6 z6 u$ F& o
8 U/ f# g. H$ S% F# B/ `& [For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" V* {2 s5 b+ k& p/ P5 uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( D9 z, j7 o+ O# O5 ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, q# B! k. r. ]3 M) LBut I could have told you, Vincent, " K! z2 x- ^' j' L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # |: ~. z1 X' A. |) M. K
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + Y4 q6 t& f7 B7 I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. L8 m8 j! q1 f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / J* _/ h% S; n# ~4 K3 U3 V
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 E s- ~& s, s) O, Q; oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 z$ }1 H! Q: d* G% H
How you suffered for you sanity,2 d9 ]2 p; X' l+ M$ k1 s: C/ L# Y! a1 a
How you tried to set them free, ! w& u+ r3 \( l8 J! A* R$ h. R
They would not listen they're not listening still,
x/ e# X A4 i5 l- OPerhaps they never will. |
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