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2 Y2 b* k$ n. {1 _Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - c: i y) h( R K6 M1 C( f% J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! `) L0 F' x2 bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; f, D( Z' u6 L4 _+ U2 S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' I$ o! @ w7 q5 n% S, k" NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
& r2 M8 @9 _0 cHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 v7 O* l Y. ~* lHow you tried to set them free,
1 Q" z% @/ {( A; S7 q* W7 aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / v8 l. m% W0 V; U9 [; m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& \# T# q3 t4 W# RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
}, M) @" u8 U6 S5 iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- K7 F: j6 k7 j2 L8 I3 \3 UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # l6 p+ I" t {' ^- V
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! J$ j/ R0 R L3 [' k5 k( S& x5 x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 o! u5 r* Y; }! x6 l. u( v" CYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! r; v5 E# S% PBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. G# S {1 `( U9 m2 @* U- y1 ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - P, `0 R! Q8 [
0 q& ^0 l" z+ b" P) L" GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 n# b7 _8 F/ A/ [9 uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . L1 l, \' P) d, s) g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 \) [5 L, F0 m- }) w) Q
The 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,
# n& `% A$ m9 y& j+ A6 w9 X; S0 PHow you suffered for you sanity,* e! o6 _% k s, T5 v) H" |' p
How you tried to set them free, 8 S$ C' W, M8 k" y9 n( C: W
They would not listen they're not listening still,
% n8 n* Z" D* d9 e& pPerhaps they never will. |
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