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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- `7 u! j" p/ {# _! XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 U* u* Q# K* ]% EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 U& A: O- y$ u- ~5 H7 i4 Z: ~% M* QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 n0 b& l, R0 e3 k6 [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, C- H! L( `7 C* }& M4 s+ D6 U6 p5 ~
How you suffered for you sanity, % B* }3 W: X* m& h! [3 z2 G7 A
How you tried to set them free, 3 P+ q3 G$ A( n* N4 l( L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 L$ A' d0 t! B& h V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: Z+ W' |6 y* VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
j. D o O* n ]; f# sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / l" b% r+ A: G$ X$ |
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; [+ m' {, E% }8 Z7 V
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' N% Z; O: S. wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, l0 x$ V1 i% T0 S# F9 \You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 l8 q4 H: ?" d( y$ J7 r; jBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 u+ ^4 z1 Z8 Z# D6 A. t( |1 VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. i: t4 [5 m; b! h9 z: r4 |: {9 P' ~
! C+ ]* C5 Q9 mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
m, o; }% F# y4 w+ nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 r: E: b# Q2 }* ]3 R& l9 L: z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: r+ F+ r6 ^. q- |The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " H+ h4 G- o1 ?$ R) X
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - n- G7 [# k: u s$ a: j
How you suffered for you sanity,+ h' I& m' B) ]9 ^# L6 A! n$ U
How you tried to set them free,
( m8 d8 ]: z( R& Y) c# lThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 J& ]# b2 R) o# l, Y, r
Perhaps they never will. |
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