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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" I6 W5 ~' ?0 n* ?& Y6 jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& M: G2 |( X5 q$ @+ I3 }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: W, _. J6 H8 [+ V" GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 q+ L# ^2 q$ C* l' Q9 y! J% ~9 n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 x' A- i$ l7 w5 V+ k, k$ b6 g3 VHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 m/ o! X, U3 u; J- QHow you tried to set them free, 8 @% j7 s9 F" j% g9 }. I' d/ L' @9 x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; T! k7 l6 n& F f& b! QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( A9 p9 A2 X8 Q: ^: G( E3 d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& B: \& F4 i; x, [% NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 z$ }- }: d, E; _% k# u9 \) q i+ cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; G& p" p+ u0 uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' `; _8 ?' R* a/ Q$ S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 N, ?* c& B% |, Q9 m
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- W6 m" d- {8 X! Y& o- A; [But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ t) @ E: A7 r; Y: ]5 @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - e/ g8 L% F; r$ J
: ~7 y$ Q, ?. WStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 V* w* G6 o0 \0 v- B, WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 h8 B' o: P* g/ U- E# F8 h: A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 o0 i4 f# [( h1 P6 W
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 u! ]4 G7 n8 Q0 |5 }* Z- lNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: }4 P9 p/ h' t: w, r3 jHow you suffered for you sanity,
" q( C( A7 @+ J/ D e# w1 y5 [7 b, X0 ZHow you tried to set them free, ; f: a; T) d& O9 n
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 B5 j9 [8 b' R6 hPerhaps they never will. |
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