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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; U: f+ f4 g, G; w4 e2 C! CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % ?6 V) N8 L2 }9 E( w( X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! e s2 K# c) B8 y( v/ @1 RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 g1 W0 \9 ^0 e7 L- FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 e4 R6 I2 ^5 v, n; h
How you suffered for you sanity, . A: U$ J7 i0 Y! g: d _
How you tried to set them free, 5 E/ j# K' Q0 V# a6 x) u% Q, s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. g, n3 u, Y+ x! X0 Q7 w- L5 IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! Q/ \# k% N5 h6 `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
G: Q6 G# m& f7 G- i5 KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- V3 C% a. ]. O0 B: B |; e8 mWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 u: ?6 m: i1 W. s, c/ `! F
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 Z5 f5 }5 n& S+ h1 vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . `. t' D7 `$ t8 K+ R' b& s* a
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . u) @! U& R8 E; A1 J) r; p
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! r& K+ [8 s* m. I4 ]$ K9 i, IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* B: I* U! x" I) j; MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" c. X& P6 f( x6 L& a4 X; Y) h: Q0 hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: I# ^5 g" n/ z# ?$ q! JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% u G# G9 Y q3 ]0 [The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' ^; r& a& U9 j( d7 M3 }9 w
6 Z% @' l# Z) gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 P; `9 J' L" \! e5 r1 A# {
How you suffered for you sanity,
: G3 @+ X; `2 S8 jHow you tried to set them free, 2 P. V& `) I- v0 G/ y6 @/ w
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' J. u$ H/ L" a4 I# h2 W, e7 I5 ]Perhaps they never will. |
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