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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 ]( {4 U' n0 F- F) ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( z3 f' }$ I7 c" K! u0 k/ F3 tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ e+ ] T D4 c% w! \. Y; H. a. CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - m b! ^0 b- x0 q! n& Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 p' M- Q5 k0 W9 LHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 c# x* _3 m) c j9 o! B7 F* B: S
How you tried to set them free, # W% i& H4 B; G% X/ M# M0 |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
t" z4 B# R$ k3 c: ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 q9 Z% c! S1 k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 E+ ]3 t! L K4 y; hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : h0 P F# j' m7 |7 D$ z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # i" _4 N$ |* o) ]2 ? b
# B1 l0 A3 t6 J7 t# O( q8 fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 B% M' X1 s! ]# x9 e+ _; i; V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 _" G# b+ q$ G7 N3 E @+ W
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( K6 x% L7 l- O$ E* lBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; u! O/ E* M D8 Q+ n# s; M/ a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; _! @; h: w7 l' B
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, C9 e/ W; D" R0 WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% \3 v4 w* u- s! GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 Q- B: T: u4 z* qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' D* _$ \) D5 Z
3 f" a: z4 `! G& m3 }6 rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 H$ d& ?6 _% k I! GHow you suffered for you sanity,) T! W; @' ]( P8 k
How you tried to set them free, 5 }* w4 M, c; v- @
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. Q( K7 m0 N1 U: TPerhaps they never will. |
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