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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; P* W" I* k6 OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 Y7 W; ?. @+ [6 a; o# T4 zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& p$ {6 R u! c8 z' mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; o; v# u$ a9 `9 i- i& {. ^+ |) DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 X9 K0 B4 ]% rHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 ~" S. t }/ z" C( t6 e
How you tried to set them free,
5 x& W- a# W( r X JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 [; Q+ Z$ U# ]6 x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 [ G4 F; l' s% d0 \6 cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 D' `* \ e" J" p, c9 i v+ n: N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! G+ n* K7 u- i! ?5 P$ iWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 D! U. L% |* W
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# l5 b Q4 F: E5 _- qAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 N7 ?* r/ V: r3 M8 Q& JYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# ~- p0 s G3 i2 R: r5 | y( GBut I could have told you, Vincent, + H- [6 e+ k+ z9 i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' B7 G' w1 n5 Y- \! U
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : L2 q2 c5 U( _/ f4 m$ p8 c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 {2 n2 b2 ?8 s* b- @: sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 T1 f n( F- wThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 h. N( k" p' U7 J4 T
* g% ~! ]! v- bNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ J% k8 `5 l* h8 J b1 l
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 w0 l1 o3 w4 Y' ^How you tried to set them free,
+ R) S3 f2 U: b' o9 ?They would not listen they're not listening still, q |) G* S: x( }3 M- u
Perhaps they never will. |
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