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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ O+ G7 X1 f9 B1 I/ e0 `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ B. O; {7 m8 V& \1 k5 X6 ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; j1 Y: H, U2 l Y0 U. R* a$ RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + h+ G% \: \* E8 v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- i9 E( a$ e; d9 qHow you suffered for you sanity, : e# l# x7 V k f/ D8 Z ^4 \
How you tried to set them free, % h+ v/ u6 K0 U! t/ m2 Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # s9 l7 q. O+ d. V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 V) A( V, t: ^3 T' V4 {- ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / M ~0 q' |# G, ^* Z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; z9 X" v- W: l7 s% v5 V
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 @* P2 |; X" i7 ~% M8 ]. Z
/ Y# v/ A9 o5 D) b' `, w6 FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 n* a# D/ {" M/ O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 U9 y, D4 b r |1 p2 l. o
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 \% W ]* c- H- f9 jBut I could have told you, Vincent, * P3 t8 z3 H' _7 ~2 h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 a% j% y s2 h" x' y5 {
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 _' x2 w2 {7 q! g* UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
m+ x, Q" h0 \3 S+ S) SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 o7 e/ Y! R! R$ N" j9 v! t" C fThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; Z; T; w' J0 L/ ]: x* `0 d/ KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 G0 Z& ~) V$ z& T" @
How you suffered for you sanity,- i5 n4 e# I# @! [8 J9 I
How you tried to set them free,
3 ?" s5 A! u( W" `+ R8 H! \8 KThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* m& L" q2 w6 e1 vPerhaps they never will. |
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