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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" X3 O2 o1 I7 h+ p) O! BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . c9 \& A8 F+ p4 y' [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; x- t4 ^& j# L5 N/ J: W( @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ [4 ^; T& m kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,0 V6 }- J4 S, ^1 h# w* Y: Z, G% ?- X
How you suffered for you sanity,
) u& R! Z# M/ s5 mHow you tried to set them free, - W" W2 ]; R z! S7 L9 T5 C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 ]9 |& y: b' {. V! sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & e8 b) F/ e+ e7 D ]- z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 x1 a3 e$ }. e* N; `5 m3 V3 L6 b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! N0 D$ Y& F; \' T4 H5 [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " I0 D4 p7 R p
% T+ e% j# ^0 ^! x" c- `: J4 QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) g( v7 ~, j4 _9 R' y& y8 F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % B+ C; t$ h9 W
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 \: ^9 `4 | Y2 ^But I could have told you, Vincent, : j% U% o; j/ y, \! Q ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , k0 v8 ]7 A; A
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* E) [) K* \6 M6 g9 P# yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- F5 j( U$ U4 [3 J3 mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ v, X5 G8 ~! U8 J* A1 L* zThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ `7 q$ c8 ^3 V/ w; K
2 r% i& m1 H: DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
n. w9 z" a" Y bHow you suffered for you sanity,; o! d/ J4 O1 r7 |
How you tried to set them free,
. y- h3 q* i' q. G4 z- [8 G% mThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 u1 P+ [, V( g8 o1 H) {4 W' lPerhaps they never will. |
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