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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: V; y& o# K* X4 B" d6 ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % ]6 @1 D% U3 R5 N# N8 y% h* R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 l) w9 o! I Q( s \1 NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 P& R( K9 k% B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 H! X% ~$ L6 t# LHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 t1 ~! E' c U8 j4 s: |5 G& B* _How you tried to set them free, ; f4 y2 m( C& H- h- z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 N: T# p2 s! F5 ]3 T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 @) X1 [4 h; Q; ?# v$ ]0 o1 KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) s' `4 x$ e4 j+ S1 MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 r; [6 X+ R$ C: w% o! p EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : M9 u9 E ]" T
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# |) N W# t5 E2 f& v$ s+ E: g% FAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 F# a" @, F$ f1 E% n. yYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + S- [" x5 w, Y4 G( W0 i9 r
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 d# e* l; u+ s5 ~: W0 J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - {9 l8 z6 s0 c. l
- K# f) y: ^* x. mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 K6 m3 S) ^8 c9 E0 X4 C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 d' X9 S9 y3 f7 R3 ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ F8 V9 u( O. }5 q2 Z; SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) c8 [& `7 j+ V
: e" B4 }2 N- T5 UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) e: l0 W8 E1 F6 J# P2 e& ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 [) V( y. d* J2 N0 F& \How you tried to set them free, + o! u9 h2 E' F5 _6 V
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 d* k) ^( X2 l* N; w( XPerhaps they never will. |
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