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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 h8 C" U! U2 E$ V" O
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 v R: x5 {" @0 ]" u, UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, {. i$ [ C: K/ J O& a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 s& w. ^2 a2 L0 PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
: _ C) Z* z& ]5 [( t4 @/ @1 Z( YHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 E L* }8 @! {- qHow you tried to set them free, ! Z- z7 `- I/ A8 v1 i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / j: N: X$ v$ B8 }: ]. H3 \3 _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( Z0 v- z# p5 h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ |& r2 S" M" I! B! mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; p, F q. f: [ R$ g' r0 d$ X+ N
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,
7 ~/ F8 h. y$ |) D! Q; zAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - P r7 z1 Q- w, b
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; r" ?" \* B( F3 h5 \2 y/ k% OBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 y3 K% j6 \/ N6 D% o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) ~- `* P; N9 j" J% k% e
; z, Z+ X1 L' ?. C+ t# NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * v2 N& e% a8 h j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) F9 N0 A0 @4 \9 @0 i$ Z/ n# I8 Q% \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! j' `3 B% {" G+ l
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, & t. |, u5 q+ u9 J7 p9 a, X4 o8 }
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 A* G. E; I9 Q) n7 rHow you tried to set them free,
% [. A# }/ r% h+ n4 aThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% ]# \1 h" k# L! dPerhaps they never will. |
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