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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* B. r; g* K; J4 m9 @" zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + y0 H5 h' s( F; D6 S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- k2 y1 y1 w6 W. X* ~, g0 \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * v+ q; {/ N) {4 k S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 o8 i+ `4 v# \9 q4 ^
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 g7 S& {* R' L6 {
How you tried to set them free, 7 z$ g8 N# d; y' B1 T6 N; Y. D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 t0 A3 U$ |3 j8 w4 V+ G' [$ FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; z( f3 L+ ] I' \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 y/ \( c; [2 m* V) H. Q3 E" h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) C; X: }) ^# X, d2 hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! M" }2 | o7 t- F" T! q8 u
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. _4 @# J% p1 @( SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" u2 p$ d5 v) L" k7 M3 H- V0 q3 IYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& ^% r4 ?/ v) X2 c o: ?But I could have told you, Vincent,
" {4 _* p% i2 tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % l5 P. M, `2 P0 T) w
( {3 d! q2 B6 n% { }( P) UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . S G7 |% `* L5 y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# A/ \; M4 i( P, R& E% M% B1 E( MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! Y; P% H$ n4 A( w- OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: D! k t( E! ?* a' _7 EHow you suffered for you sanity,
O7 O ^1 c( ~9 rHow you tried to set them free,
, W4 P. X3 `% a1 Z% G8 ~6 O" s SThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" a7 Q& X7 n# _- v) XPerhaps they never will. |
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