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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & K4 |0 h: I6 S. O& a$ x: ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 s" I5 P \8 a eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 u" q3 U1 Q" ]* e3 t" h: c5 X9 f; d7 G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + V& m+ g& [7 V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 n4 h# u0 F2 R' Y8 {) P8 C7 V
How you suffered for you sanity,
" t+ I* s- |0 d {; k3 h. ^How you tried to set them free,
$ q& r6 Z A: X9 V" h0 C+ D: xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / [$ @& t. J9 N: p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 a$ m0 T# d* HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 k8 M0 h" ?" z6 VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! }. y, o# I1 X+ U7 v) M* L1 e' NWeathered 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,
( i. g$ q- }! u$ _# @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 g4 v0 s( X7 X$ h3 V7 X1 M- L
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * @" C. x. z2 `% o/ u5 g5 v' g& W7 R
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) v5 i+ o2 G _: h) ~- r3 f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 x! Y( L7 q/ d1 \
. G+ K* P7 Q8 Y( U) oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . P- V% r" a* q' s0 R S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 h8 L# m$ K V, G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 D0 |( n: S/ u& |8 p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! O2 g) S& D& H+ _+ WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 e3 c7 Z1 `/ T2 E* b/ c
How you suffered for you sanity,
, b3 Y6 d6 v6 S) ~' ^3 |/ e; JHow you tried to set them free, + O) v8 A$ W: {/ J4 x1 p. i
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* ]$ }" n, y8 `3 H6 @2 Y( @Perhaps they never will. |
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