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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ k2 n* s. `, b( u1 p- u, yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( B5 }% E- j. G7 G( V+ t* W6 V2 XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# v( O9 W* w* V& `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . `5 o& M* B8 ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 y; r0 `* ]6 h" S) l
How you suffered for you sanity,
! C; t* d B6 G( h5 ?5 Z* R6 {How you tried to set them free, ! e1 s! y, i7 z% y( E" u; j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , I) `0 z: |. g- g' J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* @* i0 i- K% t: z; oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% R9 n5 T: w4 bColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! F( d+ h5 B! w/ k) y; `6 k
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ B5 d( g1 h7 Y2 {For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 n* S$ s! E+ k- uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' D1 ?* N' {! t
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # k7 i- b* J, I* s" g% _% g2 ?
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 a. l$ C, j( |! w+ pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + n) G$ t$ K# V1 W7 s
9 r- H |) n. }' J2 i/ G" BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 P M5 M$ c$ J. @7 |2 R- {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 H3 x2 Z2 ?& c6 g2 q3 q z _+ ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; n8 f; J! g! VThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " Z" ^: u( d) J) J5 x2 r
u2 w- w, v9 A% ]/ w, @' A5 |' wNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 a9 W# ?& t! ?: ]2 |4 E, G
How you suffered for you sanity,8 O* b0 `2 V- K8 q7 X8 l) Z1 P
How you tried to set them free, 8 V; M1 v6 I: w7 W7 V# c
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& d" Y; u0 O7 |. }0 k5 J6 N8 f7 tPerhaps they never will. |
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