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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 _5 R; ?% v. t6 u. k# RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! r$ c- h; H3 d5 R( X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, e$ G- P: q6 h: I* z3 @2 E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: T3 `' z* X% O7 ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! i* u9 \, _9 _5 B4 v* {: s) zHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 P9 T) D _7 g7 d4 h5 H& z
How you tried to set them free,
8 l9 ? }( X! \3 Q: @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% d) J2 e4 n! f6 hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# O0 P$ ? @! |+ v. Y# ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 p# k8 x* | P$ C1 _# d) p, J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - l# V$ Y" a9 x7 R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 y. m* F0 @, f5 U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 O5 T: c3 m: n8 P- vYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; x7 d1 W1 @; G6 _2 Z, k
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ A9 X# x5 N* bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : T) @2 R$ K( h& [& T$ N' V
/ n# P( o. a8 I7 w4 w1 JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 H& p% {6 v; L! I3 k% IFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 H) C/ p7 F/ D) NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " u2 Z; {2 ^' B) u
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, $ l# p1 y' w3 ~$ ~0 b3 L
How you suffered for you sanity,8 n; @' u7 }4 P2 ~. F( f# {
How you tried to set them free, . v, _# Z2 I% f% G6 j
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" R5 E- x0 O" ^/ h3 d. N( EPerhaps they never will. |
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