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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& J$ x+ s. L/ R/ Q) h6 @& m; zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 M' m% d8 K2 i+ _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. m6 ?& H8 K9 y1 [& B2 x3 U/ R; d0 wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 K4 O3 D( v! _) f3 ]% X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) ]% c% J: O! DHow you suffered for you sanity,
% q+ u( N5 ~( }, p1 ^How you tried to set them free,
0 b8 G/ p" D9 _' \& K9 G8 l7 sThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ R+ K% j4 l$ N% g: r1 o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' n9 y/ o& T# q! v/ }+ l) ^- }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 b1 Q2 a; o; {) q/ aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , W" B8 {0 n) `1 b/ y7 T( l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 M9 g6 t; R- a& d! v! |! _7 cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 l7 Y8 n- W% gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 V6 Y* C2 E9 V
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( z( g& }0 w: h& g5 C8 W OBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 A4 p4 @4 R4 n' U$ B; @# qThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( ? x: |$ Q$ \- ~7 i
- q+ Y$ O" r+ X( E3 JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . D2 S) h+ i3 l3 M$ v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" T* n/ x, g8 h, hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 R6 g; Y2 F* `6 k& [$ s _The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* T% f5 ]2 ^# x; L5 E) GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ l" I, O! o/ w& p8 S! BHow you suffered for you sanity,
: R. G+ n& D* h p7 ]: AHow you tried to set them free,
+ G( f% [. i( _# l( C" bThey would not listen they're not listening still,
L% ?; W* v b0 V/ aPerhaps they never will. |
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