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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 P2 Y' O$ `+ b% U' Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / [+ {! t. m/ p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% N0 n4 g* U7 r& A9 T7 m, x; j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 n3 \4 S5 p" g, X' L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 N2 W& t" ~9 r; R4 U
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 I$ x( D7 C; @& dHow you tried to set them free,
" O( V+ X2 a F9 t, ^ cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! d; ?6 K& `& y5 l. R- |, ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 j8 z, E5 r2 }( f( S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ u0 T+ _6 y& J0 ?( U( ?! }' YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! u: a7 C# r" T1 ^0 a5 FWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 f8 A# ^. \0 _; L. ~. Y: R, l3 \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 \3 d( {. R: O% s, T* _: |* I
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 e5 ?( m0 Y6 F
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 q) \$ T, l; v7 _7 E8 Z( N5 G: y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 d- k2 q0 u4 T9 I. a2 e" b
/ w1 R* X+ D- @0 I7 U8 XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" A6 _- j3 F' e7 L& gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) p4 L. ?! }, p5 o, ^( MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* `0 }& `- D6 X5 gThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % I* T! D: o6 T$ i0 f
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 ]* a8 F6 d4 ?( P j, [, {How you suffered for you sanity,
* T T- |: m, D+ A- HHow you tried to set them free,
! E' j: f$ L+ G! [They would not listen they're not listening still, / |1 Q* S+ b# t# x0 N1 b
Perhaps they never will. |
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