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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 Z: X+ B* m+ g/ o. j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& t# W$ O; H' ^; i. j4 tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
Q& l) d0 J' W5 i4 ?4 c, `7 FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, s6 {# ]$ g; h6 @) m% N8 \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 p4 U% Y$ S. v+ D+ c
How you suffered for you sanity, % v; _7 h. N. W0 D& o K" C( q4 s
How you tried to set them free,
* `6 K3 t& P: I* R* m+ ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # e' l8 k/ ~8 O! k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + `& S9 n$ L* n9 S/ z# I/ @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& j2 j# c, @3 gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 k( i1 u" x. R* l6 m1 e2 K) fWeathered 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, 0 Y4 w% u) m5 k) E" p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 ] A$ O( l4 {4 EYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; H" m& R9 M' Q! g; D/ s5 {! z: Q/ xBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 ~* ~8 z8 t8 ^7 |/ C T9 GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . K) A8 X8 z, j( T8 e4 l* r! y( L
& J5 [' V& X% h( R" xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 @) d, r) W4 g/ j" B4 F) V+ j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 G% K8 F) F# D* K2 x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + a) s; X& O* L# U, S# i3 {4 ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 j9 B1 I P1 T" \, e
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 C9 u4 w/ s: Y g
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ H A0 F( }% l1 _0 D/ H1 AHow you tried to set them free, ' o! K- S3 _) Z1 I: D) r
They would not listen they're not listening still, : |& f, P; W+ x4 h. \$ L3 c
Perhaps they never will. |
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