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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; c! S6 i v; T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# I0 P& T8 ^" B2 zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ s, ], W1 _( z( {' V* u7 }) L, ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 M; h7 x1 D9 Y( a- {8 n9 K
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ }$ }* a+ F: X+ s' aHow you suffered for you sanity, . }4 k% k9 q6 Q
How you tried to set them free, 5 c9 H$ S) l; O) X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# o; l" v3 k+ N5 a p9 RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 q# }' I/ a" d* nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! S" P; F- f* CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : n, Z* h* h* u( G6 h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * y" M+ @9 K x' i
$ G. S; g2 E% L! F W' f$ j% U$ xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 o* l$ t8 q9 q; R# Y9 L4 B! c8 V( AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 e3 ]5 K: S- l) X2 n$ `You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 p9 @2 n, o, Z" `, F0 @2 @But I could have told you, Vincent, . ?/ ]" f& N6 R1 X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 O* l# @3 E' U( c
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 e2 B8 W7 \- }6 m" z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. M ?7 P2 B3 v9 q/ ^1 B8 x% Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 n3 r: F' C9 q- e
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,
; c5 `/ x4 ~; _, f0 B. |. k/ yHow you suffered for you sanity, r' Z3 }! g) |/ c6 F7 ~
How you tried to set them free,
" \: h$ u1 t8 TThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ {! g7 v. b* b0 M
Perhaps they never will. |
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