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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 ^4 S! _% U* A7 i7 l0 c4 v9 M3 rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - z3 ^0 U6 T% P( F z- e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 N' M7 O6 \! s- z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 v; t" ^( h& A* c8 E2 `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 y/ Z( w" Z- q* b: @) X; ~/ iHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ G/ k+ Q" V4 T2 U. B1 I: @How you tried to set them free, 5 M, d: \) u# z! x1 A
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& A4 A% r7 v8 e" P$ }. b3 d& UStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 U) R% T6 t4 {$ s7 U9 o, ^! NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, v1 T9 g$ d; v* X6 C) A: r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & P4 ]% V. z8 a& ]% s. z
Weathered 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,
. w4 _6 s& I$ ]5 G3 h( A. JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ n h' d) e, G- j: {You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 }$ s' z; y) O6 H4 s1 H
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 E5 i( k& c6 ]/ x' kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. Z, t+ f4 c( ^, a' V+ p" \
$ n2 u8 S4 N* J+ a1 f3 R7 wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - K& D3 L- T0 M; l" X9 Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 f ~, N+ H) E5 X- L% O: u
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ |' x4 u4 Z) O) ? Q5 x# kThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 e% \1 c$ [2 P4 Q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 Z8 N& e2 [5 m- R2 z, H: EHow you suffered for you sanity,
( V5 E* @0 n. {& Z7 e* JHow you tried to set them free, 5 R. X2 }# f# k4 {& @
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 m; J1 ]4 G1 Q* l5 R5 C8 IPerhaps they never will. |
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