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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 M, s& N1 J& [, d: m; j) w+ W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : U; t ~9 v% h2 V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
m. [+ k1 Y# u" F" |5 QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 D& l# D' C6 G3 A+ v* vNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# d, s/ t! f0 n# b' XHow you suffered for you sanity, - N2 P7 M8 {& d. P) ]% G2 Z
How you tried to set them free,
+ f/ J" f( G+ [' EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 Y- n8 c( H* l; ^7 yStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& |0 q0 p2 y2 V* l+ eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* B( f+ }# |- s `& eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % k. Z: K. r1 o5 N
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * C) K& ^' |5 O% X2 Y" f
5 H% L R d1 Q6 P1 f" uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) l5 s }, X; g% |: x6 R0 Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 ~. _, R" y X6 H, MYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # D$ w: O9 F; p" v
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 M6 d4 `6 @. w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, k" I/ V3 v) F; M8 c" r M/ BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; A/ G3 P& M; }" I1 A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 n' z4 E8 H! |, u' h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 U* V6 y/ R6 R- E
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 V! e$ Q( W. ?& m, L1 _
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 d$ R) a+ ?4 f8 Z% XHow you tried to set them free,
1 ^* g+ m% A& {/ L5 o Z6 i; nThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 \$ T+ F: p9 |& j1 BPerhaps they never will. |
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