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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ N( Z7 a" ~2 C2 B+ YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
r# d6 i Q, l4 m+ FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) {+ W& R2 J L6 n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 D& @% Q' _: o3 \" V# B1 u, d" ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ b& v# }/ f# ?
How you suffered for you sanity, : b* d, c% {* c8 }% x& r5 d
How you tried to set them free, 8 Z( M! O% n3 \6 n6 d0 K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 S8 s) I; e' ~. D7 v8 O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 l j) h. H" Q# e/ BSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' ]4 W# r0 I2 s# h3 [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% y8 X R6 d3 @9 x+ u) y) UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ \& U0 f! S% s/ Y, z' _& i, q. BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ @. L7 u$ K$ Y( {- s) L9 U3 ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 w$ O- J' `! v4 {, NYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 D6 U3 a' n o6 YBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 z+ H, f" \$ R# Q; d; [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 }+ `8 {0 I# U+ c
9 Z/ l7 r0 h9 D7 M( UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 \2 P2 T3 f/ ~* y8 A% \" d6 w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' Z E0 H$ o- n8 F7 @ ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 {! z( Y* a; D& h+ WThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ }! B; G L( Q/ ~
& B/ w3 e9 K0 X2 [) x, |" TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# q% U3 ^- c) ^How you suffered for you sanity,
5 n9 \% M$ b& r& b( BHow you tried to set them free,
7 i' N9 e& W" t% Q7 CThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' N5 F# f$ n7 B+ r! L
Perhaps they never will. |
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