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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . q' D- ?7 W% G% x( e; c4 g0 X* y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + r5 b8 G7 E& A3 B. v5 e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ W ^; [. ^# _- r3 XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 @/ N4 N' o' T/ c; J( PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ W: l/ ?1 z8 f) r7 y; _' QHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ x: m. B9 @; t( d9 \8 v$ kHow you tried to set them free, 9 b9 s- e# g& \- @$ `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. p1 U) Z r9 N* ^; O& p* mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 Q+ y: ?: F0 {6 B3 n) XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # v% n3 K: G& m+ Z+ r% ]$ m1 @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 o! b* g+ Q$ h9 q9 A7 i- K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 e6 B* N- J0 P0 N6 j8 `& g% kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: W W% U# [7 R1 p, Q1 O" ~8 A. FAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- |, A3 q, H" f3 x8 Z RYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! K9 o" n; w, [/ l
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ S2 y* H# \* e- r: N9 hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) X0 Q# \* Y1 V& ?/ v* y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! K( O3 H* [% |9 G3 X% U) x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) v3 N, U4 u& }' s% U' WThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) ^+ I S% o* S( I
9 ]3 ^1 P/ a4 n" `% ~# DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, # ~( k5 W) j- b7 ]
How you suffered for you sanity, ` b, O8 Z4 W% r# q- {
How you tried to set them free, 7 [" d( G* f% j: J4 d$ V
They would not listen they're not listening still,
) z3 o4 b3 n% \8 J, F) |Perhaps they never will. |
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