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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ w& P% M! a/ f( e4 f/ d# o3 sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. Z0 v; X; ?% i1 j! T& yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& Y. x+ H; R- b) u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " G# m% `. n$ p' C0 K
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 \) j0 m% Z5 a2 X5 zHow you suffered for you sanity,
. F4 }" I- v7 v& z7 r' i" NHow you tried to set them free, * P+ U y) D( B4 l9 @! c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ f4 }/ m/ E) C/ H: T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' |& N0 I5 h/ A% ?7 v8 xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 F* \0 z3 ~1 F7 ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 M0 p5 U4 r$ f) J2 K
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, ' h# u! H! L" Q$ Y$ k, T+ [0 p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% R4 e6 c9 G# Q9 V7 RYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : K3 j |/ K- W0 ? n" j5 h! o
But I could have told you, Vincent, - `9 c. i2 y$ q1 S, L7 X" o" c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) N5 {6 s8 m$ d2 ^( E
3 ]3 {9 Z; b5 U$ M7 s4 EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; a' |* W* x& }2 V+ ]5 R' i! q; w6 f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 U/ _- D$ D6 f1 E' b" p) ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# O+ ?& e+ H, G9 u, B3 ]8 Y. c) eThe 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, # c* o; z" l3 X
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 q/ t2 ^1 ^# Z/ t% a, a5 _How you tried to set them free, # [: m5 Q5 u9 e* ^
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 ~1 [, K; h8 `Perhaps they never will. |
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