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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ D, s8 ~" Y! v/ f' N8 c7 wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! o* U( r5 R1 J; s3 T; o9 Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* w7 E% M2 t3 N; B& P8 ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ u; ]0 z0 F% e+ ^# J' S) ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,0 i2 j- f A' [- f$ E7 M
How you suffered for you sanity,
( v% J% g ?# V; }2 YHow you tried to set them free, 8 k- b1 k% L/ w: ]8 q8 F) }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - D# H! H) l" ]/ y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: H- Q8 j+ N9 X2 USwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 U; I. y+ `& G( S7 S& l) l$ [- {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 n! k# h0 a) z3 h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % e7 ^- O* U( _# u1 ?: q7 {) O
% Y; x+ ^( F) [# @" Q/ qFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 h& f2 i; }4 F# D3 k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 F& B1 n! r/ P. w) SYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 f6 y! N" w9 u; A2 e& f1 K' aBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) I2 z* M: ^$ C7 ^& J. u& rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + r, \+ ?8 t& g$ x% h: U3 F
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ \2 |$ h3 O9 n- B/ g) Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 M) M6 O9 @7 xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % c$ O/ @) T3 S3 ^6 I! F# I
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 L. t9 t0 L2 s" B9 A% o
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- Z! C/ x) z. p; b8 r: k* SHow you suffered for you sanity,5 ^( l: X; p' m: E4 M
How you tried to set them free,
# U1 J* l3 E H7 kThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* Z) @' i6 F5 N) X# s/ c) RPerhaps they never will. |
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