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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 V; y3 l& L8 J4 QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, W$ Y% R1 J' i h0 }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. ` i0 R/ J- j7 b8 z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* Y0 z# |+ {2 C# M* `- zNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 V8 f) e( H7 D- c. W
How you suffered for you sanity,
S, u- l/ B) w# V# d4 M9 DHow you tried to set them free, 4 V0 A) o" p$ @+ G+ x, x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 h( l1 u; n( N8 W8 ^+ y# b
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 P7 g9 w. F0 j, F% O. p9 uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 @/ T0 ]3 q9 z( dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 j0 x$ V! b* s# a
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) d0 f1 ^6 x/ y
1 G4 }, J0 f. T! c8 R! oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, d$ W4 i+ W7 O( }6 @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 g7 E% _# l4 _; E+ |; B& lYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 _6 C) w; A% J/ j, V3 f
But I could have told you, Vincent, / k% Z" P8 F+ d, P; f. c* o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & l5 r# P3 x% V( D
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , _' ?# W4 {. X! }( M2 ~, f* t3 n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * m, M. T1 J- i0 ~6 R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! @0 h9 H. g$ w2 V/ \: vThe 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,
/ `2 w5 y K* K! e2 s9 w/ D2 N( `+ }How you suffered for you sanity," S9 L! o" P# n L
How you tried to set them free, 5 R6 \7 R* v* g) z5 }( d
They would not listen they're not listening still, , D9 D" l" O+ U+ \% e- K! E# y( H
Perhaps they never will. |
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