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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: q# o; S. L1 V( V) g! ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , _2 Y y$ P P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( j" y p- N% ]) b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ e6 l2 V* x" j& HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,6 A% X' u. }5 G! i! J# c
How you suffered for you sanity, - {( }' ^, }% A; T M+ g" R8 X
How you tried to set them free, ' K9 j' C0 Z) n) N& g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% x; i2 p: o$ @( N/ mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / B8 }6 e; n2 Z+ ]* b) j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. t, U& _ G; }* NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - |9 v& H4 t5 _: A% D6 `
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. Q7 E" D/ o1 s! H# C" EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 u$ n6 W' H2 \6 r OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- c0 N D; ]+ t$ |1 ^You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 _* ~+ u+ Z6 @4 }, ^' m
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. h. a4 o6 T+ d4 c+ v3 kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % J7 W, _. v" [! ~3 z ^
; b+ n N$ T& i" [9 d7 ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # E, T/ ]' D3 E4 \+ ~0 v( B+ H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 N7 s" p+ j0 C8 O, Q9 n9 i/ l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 ?! J( _# c K* Q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. T8 z! `6 k' `( A
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; G4 t5 ]6 B; V& Z4 U6 NHow you suffered for you sanity,$ B2 ?, ~4 Z# n# D6 |, _4 e6 f& Z0 c
How you tried to set them free, 2 X' i) t2 P* @% k
They would not listen they're not listening still, , C; O" V1 G) E5 g3 G# {
Perhaps they never will. |
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