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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 ]' G8 V3 Z3 }; ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( t' x9 X3 `2 W$ g! l! W+ p" P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 O% S( Q! _6 s+ R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) v) O1 [6 R, g/ U0 k( y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, k; x+ G0 Z) C+ [
How you suffered for you sanity, ) R, }4 ]" ?# I3 B' P6 j9 c7 b
How you tried to set them free, ( f7 j, p- |1 p% u2 B: A. e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 V7 f& h4 D( _* xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & S' |, U8 U; T3 Z1 W' d: |) d0 l# p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( t! r- H% k6 ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. d8 I' D" V3 w5 L9 b$ DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 j" ~2 X2 e. o1 A3 b
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: z4 _, X8 ~' j. F1 r) \. wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 M( g& Q# ]5 qYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 G5 }8 b! M* ^$ A( L/ Y
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 n! s, Q3 Q# Q6 {0 v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. a( _- q# Y# Z" p) M+ w# C
9 J" F l0 j: w+ T l& O( HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % j1 \; Q5 e7 N$ D9 j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 e" \! q" I: oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 j" g: c# B" i: m8 t
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " F9 B- @4 E5 n/ L
0 T1 F* F2 K, X: Z& l# I9 L lNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 E* P7 V6 a. O8 v/ o% \How you suffered for you sanity,3 z7 ^: s3 `+ J% R& S4 c
How you tried to set them free,
( V6 A# ^ V- _They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 B9 A3 C' R: U7 xPerhaps they never will. |
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