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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
R9 X2 o* n; J$ TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 j! x. ]: z5 U, A4 p: AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ U/ x) R9 F$ k+ R! G6 @$ _1 f" i6 b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " F) `, b( {6 ]. E3 G1 ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ O( ]4 S4 J& \- a C' z( C# I
How you suffered for you sanity, - d4 e$ h9 J8 j- u2 ]. u( Z* u
How you tried to set them free, 4 W8 z* C0 G- k) U8 N/ b4 N! r8 o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 ]7 \ d+ Y$ n, G4 q! m! m1 E' IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 o2 _9 N& K' c5 z% e7 U3 vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, L4 f* p5 y8 o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 o) y }. L* G {5 {) Z# y- |
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' }) V8 \- g4 e+ h- ]5 P3 v0 Y
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * G; c: S5 X. i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 X7 D( s: U/ P0 D. O6 C bYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + h/ l& X8 ^. [
But I could have told you, Vincent, & l: ]3 c% g( f4 W' ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; z2 f9 Y/ w! a, _8 S- T! _5 }: W
! v7 Y5 g% x4 S3 u1 ?- e' wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 Z+ A* m& Z3 p: [9 X8 H9 {; T& ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 l" t# M4 N# d/ _$ a5 n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , P7 \- j; H, ]
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* I4 D( Y# Q5 Y' ] fHow you suffered for you sanity,6 r, b$ e+ W, A% r& l9 o' O
How you tried to set them free, $ T. T( K5 R* B! L) j% u3 K
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* l. ~# e* o, v7 {8 j+ w6 N2 d; [Perhaps they never will. |
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