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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 K3 l n. ?. T: R# }3 M6 g- V& fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# A1 W- D9 B! x8 x! i9 NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- V m+ D3 d/ z9 f5 p' w' W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - B: b6 x! K& m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 v- ^. @& p1 Q! qHow you suffered for you sanity,
% A7 H) j, H# i) ^How you tried to set them free, : @3 ^) g( N; F% J4 \# u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) H5 m c) r6 L' p0 yStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' }. t$ @- D. h9 {& A" j! uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 j4 E- N( s% S2 L+ Y( k- `) \Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* h% P7 J1 P `6 t7 vWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 V: w3 Z. r) d% J
) R- ^1 l5 U* A1 [' L+ ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 K {7 X( U- a* `# B* }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" g0 u8 w! z7 ]3 e OYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( l+ u0 w, l: D+ o0 M
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; \6 n, B9 a0 |6 j: s4 e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& \( A0 J0 v' N/ EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 u8 s( @* a( I9 m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ G e# e4 O0 F U: vThe 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,
; P# \! T |0 v2 L5 L7 mHow you suffered for you sanity,
* o. E8 K" }; A- l6 \' jHow you tried to set them free,
. o% h8 {& y! ?4 [They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 l* [9 u4 r0 B' k, f. H
Perhaps they never will. |
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