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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 ~: J7 M, r- \0 R! r$ J. U! YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 {* k2 D' I' A7 N6 M3 cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ i' f: G# V9 f3 o. u6 W. ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 V! }8 E7 U0 P' j6 LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,; ]. N x0 w( A- C7 L) A3 e2 j% J! u
How you suffered for you sanity,
# a h7 @1 ^7 C- x, bHow you tried to set them free, 6 h3 @/ Y1 r, d# ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 w5 H* h* }& X, ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; m* u+ X- s. x6 l ? GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& u+ ?. E5 |7 u. PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 n" `5 F& Q# L2 s/ j5 U% X5 t2 V! z' j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" y! S1 P5 X: ?8 f. J# bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 H. L4 `2 E4 a' \/ k& e, ^( ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 I; E- q8 x$ Q% {' o4 A
You took your life as lovers ofter do, c/ ]; c, Y& T4 j2 {. C7 F! a
But I could have told you, Vincent, , p1 d+ M+ j3 M) ?/ `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 c# M4 a; ?& ~6 | }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 o, P9 j7 u3 n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! |5 B8 d Y- ]$ X- _% [: J, ~
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / p& o+ H; u; [9 a4 w0 H, Q7 e
5 W' ~0 y- Y r6 I2 \2 X$ M- XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! F4 U1 l" _7 v9 }6 H+ V/ iHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 c8 x: N9 v' `5 pHow you tried to set them free, * m4 u4 c) h( u7 ~
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 q% o2 U, b6 T3 ~ R% |+ z4 z
Perhaps they never will. |
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