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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! P! w: E; z7 U% TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* ]1 I! k8 n8 H5 B( N6 h- B+ r' pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 e8 q2 J1 i5 C8 i4 C5 |+ |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 F) K2 h& X/ Z9 f% W% W4 o+ `6 mNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
: ^6 D. m+ A7 t5 f4 dHow you suffered for you sanity, $ s& ]( `- c& z2 A1 R) E4 a; N
How you tried to set them free, % J! Y/ j2 s6 V, j( |6 G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- M/ e$ M `: _7 v- L' c* ]Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- u- \" p/ \ F K9 zSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) ]+ q$ p4 }- [1 _- V) KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 H3 F2 w( Z7 m& O% I
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& S0 i, c6 Q* D9 S) EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 E, b7 x0 `9 Q( gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 N C; u. P5 y" h( Z4 r
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 f, r: z; v9 _/ [( ^- e
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 C. r* p [, ~* O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + Q( n' c5 B2 m- t) v3 N- J
! d2 n2 x# L, H4 m3 @' FStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' ~' b4 @( z, M2 B5 _* j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , v. a1 _! T7 v% f; j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! ~ q0 z: m& ]4 j
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- _2 S. R1 `( Q) X3 }+ k. |How you suffered for you sanity,
* S+ w9 h* o- i) ?% X2 Z; O3 xHow you tried to set them free, ' A$ ?/ {5 p6 A0 I
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! f* b7 I2 k! N. ^) v: K" F7 aPerhaps they never will. |
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