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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & \2 K8 ~- J2 v% L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( |& i1 t) \- |% u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, f3 `7 y6 H& S$ \' x/ aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* C @$ n) T8 }6 B- uNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 |; F! E8 W% x$ p2 A$ t/ n2 L5 H
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 g' `! P1 ]- m1 m; C
How you tried to set them free,
% K- g3 D- p- O0 m9 \- `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # P% l# ]! H! g0 Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) X" v7 |# r( ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 i' _- u* O! z1 [2 c+ S6 U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 H: S: O+ e$ W- j% KWeathered 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,
* Y$ }* p% }7 oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ {( s M/ _8 F+ B; s: i, O NYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( r# B4 V: G& y& {: M0 E HBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: u- K9 f0 m4 a# g7 I6 [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : F7 f1 W) [4 X3 W$ q" J
; c1 I6 b$ ^2 ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) \/ I2 r) B! v. QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / y1 Z# z! m% X4 _. p f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 Q9 X- s' X# p# d% O# K, t
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, 1 t+ }" C1 V z! v* I
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ w$ r. p' U: u: k Y% A9 H6 k( MHow you tried to set them free,
+ l; C% l# `) O3 S5 m/ ^- F4 ~7 bThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# k' c5 F( \8 Z! n4 C3 c( C+ f/ ]! {Perhaps they never will. |
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