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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! y4 H! I: q7 ]( \4 ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . o& I5 B4 ~& ?) F8 v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) K; w% m a! j2 z4 y+ G* eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) m( I, i, u! f+ O7 w, S: HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 ]" I( V+ ~* c% C6 w& G/ QHow you suffered for you sanity, # u% |- t( S1 R$ N) T
How you tried to set them free, % k' Z6 Q- K2 b# c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 |0 q u: ?& ~: P4 `& FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
X' W, A: [0 j+ e, L9 ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 ]6 W+ y& | f6 T8 V9 O1 nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + _& `) Q! l! q$ e, Q2 n
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 J6 p3 y" R2 [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 `% W; q f% K: B% g/ U3 z) x8 VYou took your life as lovers ofter do, E7 ]8 C( K$ P1 ?. r2 w7 W2 L
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 |7 S- T/ ^+ V/ A; m% d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 D! u! B6 P* t7 N0 k3 ^ eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ b4 o4 Y2 P1 b* V5 H! f# ~0 ~) gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 o$ J: d+ _- y7 z4 E G- G$ N( K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 }# u* g4 S' j6 h) g+ L7 E( zThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' H5 \: w# e' B" s; ?6 c7 Q
% o, X% l3 [/ P; BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ m& V) h: L+ {How you suffered for you sanity,0 {' M! b. ]5 U0 {2 s ]8 d+ ~
How you tried to set them free, + ~% [. p5 `% i4 v! S$ ?$ F
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 Z+ E3 G& n( }4 a/ Z3 \
Perhaps they never will. |
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