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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / F0 X/ h' [" k2 X( J! F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
X6 a' M. {& x" x/ s( DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 z# B# ~, t6 h$ d$ K- B. D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ Q+ P5 h, O1 e" t$ ?- v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& T5 ?5 I1 k3 S, F5 T. wHow you suffered for you sanity,
. Y" s% `; _/ H1 oHow you tried to set them free,
4 c X# C- K3 H% A2 x( \9 o( i6 XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) t9 E- Q2 B i3 t+ x" X$ P3 [+ @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 _1 X5 Z, X+ `0 G/ v- u& ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * R) J- F9 P; a% D) X* J+ R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ g/ H* M% e, l6 u( WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; B' c3 w W. k2 {0 {8 z6 M1 `
' P- S% K3 C2 f# _" sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ Q2 L% p) s/ V. d% LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + X$ V6 r+ e. B1 J3 |$ M
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / o4 }3 r" h. A& P
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& E8 b" Z, w- S# U& uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% z4 ?. n& h0 ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' w6 x0 q0 N8 uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 r) K5 Q/ e2 [9 q( |
The 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, 4 o7 R+ K/ H1 v" l5 r
How you suffered for you sanity,0 \1 S3 I3 G# J
How you tried to set them free,
' E7 ~5 M2 m Z PThey would not listen they're not listening still, 4 b8 _1 p6 c7 |6 v8 M
Perhaps they never will. |
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