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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 v( k( Z, c' i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 U* q1 O1 [: z) ]1 A1 z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: z$ k( D$ W7 ~6 r: x. K2 d
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & X( y; L0 E' h4 F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 u8 t1 S1 t. [: YHow you suffered for you sanity, * B/ u. _, C0 g% V; p9 C! F
How you tried to set them free,
/ n/ R- i" I. g/ i) k7 r, MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ f; j2 s. }- b& Y" nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& q& w. x1 y( z* C: K% D" |) kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ ~, x( r6 F7 L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 F5 o7 U2 H/ n
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% f# G3 X( a2 t4 t" JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ o2 \' S7 y7 H6 B# KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" e/ P2 m4 D# q- \3 ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % V* r1 y1 _) R1 v) o; @3 c
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. i0 i5 V" n% _$ n% sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! u C8 A; z( o6 D- Q, TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 o4 h7 n" A- p; J {4 e+ s* YLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 q# C7 w/ |' n" U7 ?
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' y( e1 W- [: F! v. e, ^
1 E% s4 Q9 ]7 C; p7 y- HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: S2 `/ j' H' n3 M# V7 d4 J2 OHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 i( S# [) I! Y7 rHow you tried to set them free, . a8 e7 [+ Z/ x3 X) T- K" X* E7 O
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 }( J9 F: T+ a8 DPerhaps they never will. |
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