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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ L1 C# }% ?9 y+ H0 pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 P2 k8 b4 L s$ _: }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# r; m" x3 p6 E$ m& |1 f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 q& p7 l) m9 I6 m& U" I; r, LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
* p3 w0 K# @8 i8 \4 h4 \How you suffered for you sanity,
1 b: r! p* H( {How you tried to set them free,
% j& M" V' v4 Q4 `" kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 z' X: i! ~+ e' u, C/ h/ E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 w; O0 L; a; v$ \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + [/ i! R, h: Y+ |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ p6 L# }/ ^8 z: _. j, z- w6 `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,
3 _7 h0 W8 E3 [2 O. l' bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ C: p, N3 K, l$ _- T% f6 H" g
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * n6 a! ^. b$ G9 [4 ?3 f3 c$ P/ C
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& o( b- i+ }5 k0 J: @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + H9 C P N4 o1 h# y8 L
9 o6 T! d6 _7 }& PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + ~8 z+ g$ b& h. e4 `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- v; s" E" X& ]! r' oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 s9 O. @" \/ w% e! A8 eThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% X* q6 b/ y% [1 uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 F: g2 j0 C8 o+ uHow you suffered for you sanity,
& O7 o5 g; T9 g. q l! cHow you tried to set them free, . o4 H9 ~1 g" ]# G6 g# }
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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