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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 }: h) {9 h3 l* ~' z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# O ]+ \( L; ^5 M2 kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: b7 w! D0 K) j0 F; z5 lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! Y, h9 {8 X+ O1 k- jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
( h; K2 r: c z* tHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 f7 u& e# Y" JHow you tried to set them free, ) P# s& V- q, i( v& l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 |) I* [7 u+ T4 |$ F2 j* pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + V: f- U" L: t4 \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 A1 o; \. ]8 S# n3 ~# F3 nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* z5 H6 h. G) }: |$ ~, c, ^Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- @6 a8 N3 R# }For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
h2 Q" S. ^6 \. } V) z) n% EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. t! y) z3 r8 f+ j% q) ^ zYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ q4 m# c" }' s3 R# a3 i: GBut I could have told you, Vincent, - o+ p; A- X# ?2 e B' k
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % ~7 b$ G I8 g3 s. X$ _8 ]
/ o D' J" ~( V+ k KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 I. ~: {7 f4 c3 VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& @- L }6 [4 b8 PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & H* j' Z1 z" A7 x2 [
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 v, ]: Z" B9 ]3 z/ Z. V
& n! A; _! X/ L! _* kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 [+ ^* H& q$ j4 _How you suffered for you sanity,9 f7 B3 \7 B. h! P" \: m
How you tried to set them free, & |: j6 w4 N* h. a. p! a
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ F& s& {5 i w$ T- TPerhaps they never will. |
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