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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' g# ~: v% c- E& W' \* iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' J- M0 J% n. h( B$ x3 jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' B+ e s# p5 |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( o1 E( Z ?) O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- A) ]8 A" M$ {; }% I z" eHow you suffered for you sanity, + s: ?6 \" l1 a3 }$ U1 |
How you tried to set them free, : z9 D9 |4 g; \, c' l9 B& a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ a- |, M% _2 O2 e# \$ D9 V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) y5 f' r4 t9 H2 B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 w- N$ h* S9 n) u2 q V' ], ~; L4 j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * D0 l5 V/ i0 F' V0 R/ H/ o$ ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 h) f5 ^' T. I. H" @
# c/ {' P& n# Z9 [For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ Y. O) d5 }+ e! h/ j& QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 j- a1 \* g( r2 KYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
: F, ]6 s/ u) iBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 a% b. a" F& X4 Y* k7 Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 h; o1 m# a; h" ~% z! g
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' `; y6 l5 |3 R+ r8 \1 f6 |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 u* \( P$ e5 Y3 l: d! p8 u$ `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ |: G( d0 A7 ]* i$ Y5 tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 r1 Z3 w3 H. H, W% H
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" x& t% k3 A2 C8 a h" \How you suffered for you sanity,5 P/ A) G, N9 W4 |7 B" `( w
How you tried to set them free,
" N6 F- w% _0 v5 @$ [9 j kThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& {; f, A, \, ?6 m* M' TPerhaps they never will. |
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