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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 ]7 T& G+ A2 J7 VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% G+ D8 [" f6 e* B* G8 dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ @9 }- K2 l* h. ?. r; q3 xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; _/ r) s: D" a/ nNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ r0 ~! K N( e/ Q6 p6 n& x1 r% x" NHow you suffered for you sanity, + A- m4 Y* _( \) F! E% z, Z
How you tried to set them free, * |! v7 x4 h7 Z0 j6 j( M A
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; L7 T. u9 [, J G- f* ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: [2 G) B7 N! j& `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! R% M! L, |' N( K* {. t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! w- R" }* s9 m' pWeathered 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,
6 z/ Q& C/ d, ~6 LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 P2 N2 @' k2 m1 v/ k xYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ u% c) t6 `/ P* [1 S9 uBut I could have told you, Vincent, % V7 S( t& B2 f- V, d7 N2 L6 d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! Q) ]9 A$ _" T, W! B* @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 p E. Y6 Q3 ~) X. L& _" lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 i* R' S$ c4 m1 x% ~" u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 M4 e; a8 y2 F) k+ [% w
! a5 R: d7 ~5 y6 q' ~5 D1 ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * \# q6 Z' u' m0 i; w- N& q" k/ m
How you suffered for you sanity,% _+ P) D3 j& @6 I$ d4 I' c
How you tried to set them free,
5 |7 T* ?8 j9 A0 jThey would not listen they're not listening still, % Z$ S! s' {' d: J w
Perhaps they never will. |
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