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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , Z7 `% K: o9 h4 Q$ ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' I1 Q" _4 |9 y9 _% L+ u7 _+ SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 U% N; p% U7 `/ e2 O) E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' Y# f9 {* v5 Q) A) K! H% T. yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,& I2 ]& S* C O C8 s
How you suffered for you sanity,
* `+ `& Z2 E1 Z* C* bHow you tried to set them free,
0 H0 v4 @! L! | |! S- y$ ^6 BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 R6 F' s: S8 b" k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
t \1 b3 U; M U8 M& }% qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* G+ p7 I: |% N0 i5 cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : p9 K% b5 M2 R9 O6 B. F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! m* D$ z8 M2 O. u9 j2 R3 F8 DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # ]6 m. ? U! l
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 _8 i0 a5 w% F5 vYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
: I) e9 m/ d- R+ h- M$ d' K6 T. B8 [3 o# aBut I could have told you, Vincent, + M# j" A/ Z6 U) O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % A& s4 J k" @/ o- e6 {1 U$ N
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , D3 N+ [% j/ s( C4 F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 V+ ^5 z$ i- H! c& Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 J. M7 B1 i' c$ e5 G( Z- }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' {3 _: {( a' e4 r ]
K. H$ ?/ R* e2 ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 R& ?. |6 c: ?4 \5 r
How you suffered for you sanity,9 \& [0 H i$ Z3 O# X0 O
How you tried to set them free,
% j4 w: o. }4 ^They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 b% r; U4 B$ Y' v8 r2 {$ N
Perhaps they never will. |
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