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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. c3 X' x3 l4 _% i- g) TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 p4 c% c( B0 Z4 |+ F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! x2 p) T7 r' Z% r/ \7 ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
X" `) h4 T$ W! bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 v+ t: L8 W* i3 nHow you suffered for you sanity,
' i8 k# `9 @5 e6 mHow you tried to set them free,
$ |6 a! Q$ a# K8 H4 @- SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' |) c: e; A! c% T) X2 P% M# }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : [% p+ ]7 b; p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! I: y9 F4 c( m7 m+ \7 Z/ DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) ~; f6 s* L! f" N7 P
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - q Q1 i, `# m3 e2 F3 k- S8 {
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 o; G7 F# A6 _3 DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. k7 ` A) k5 \3 R, cYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , S) X6 Y9 h) {: u: j, T. h
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) w! t1 ?2 _. b/ e6 E7 a0 q& gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 v' z# }" G) t* @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 B4 o+ ~8 j- [5 P! D+ bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 b5 K4 j% o3 N! y1 }% c9 Y& D& E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + ~9 L7 ^% d8 X2 x- F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " a% j+ Y2 N; A! l% T
. R; G* F& O, @! P2 RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . j* O& G) v( `" }" ]' x
How you suffered for you sanity,% j5 O0 M& ]4 b/ q; a; \, z
How you tried to set them free, , N" X; M+ f* r0 K
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 k* a) f9 S4 K: ~' A5 A" QPerhaps they never will. |
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