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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 `- t _7 ^, gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 x: d, {& F# @) ~' W* N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 H7 g1 V# o+ W4 c9 nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! I7 Y* D3 \( u: SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 [5 P4 u, \/ F- v2 G" QHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 k- B5 t5 P: g, Z
How you tried to set them free, 5 W% f3 o/ R: l+ |5 }1 q. Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # d, z' ^8 e: _; S. H' O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, v' @3 Y9 b) Q2 P2 B: P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 j8 H) O6 ~0 b( j- dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 r2 B: f' z4 }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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Z8 H' m& [3 I$ ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' K' W) ~* K! |8 \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! [. p# \& W6 Q M G3 l! }! r, p" m
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 d2 T$ F! [; t8 |% ~* eBut I could have told you, Vincent, & |& L, }) A" d) O4 Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , l$ q, A7 R3 g& W; Z2 T* o( R- R0 H
- l& P; o7 E U# z" S1 l& OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 w7 F7 g7 `, l/ @+ U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( e* d o7 i" _/ l6 j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 r: o a; a6 q) D2 Z7 s
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : O1 m* ]" j; S% j
" W1 Z/ O5 p* L7 W' w& A8 s- DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ E6 G7 C% S! }7 i( aHow you suffered for you sanity,5 ~+ k2 q9 d$ M/ A! E) X. M
How you tried to set them free,
3 T D3 |: o: ]They would not listen they're not listening still, # z* D% \* V' y5 @( i3 D5 A
Perhaps they never will. |
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