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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 t9 c2 b) S' ?9 V/ V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) p5 l! a& W6 c3 Z& V4 bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
A- y/ a) ~: sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , ~8 _9 I; Y" U% I7 W8 H* n+ S- B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 `3 ]' {" ~# v4 y. F, T+ y% ^How you suffered for you sanity, $ E; y5 F2 g- b0 m: f" h5 N
How you tried to set them free,
& B& l0 N c* MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 ^- ~: \ t- t" KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
O( O# R/ l3 _- }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: a8 l* o9 l# a" g) YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : a$ y& Y0 l. X( u: b V
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & C7 r2 M/ K* P) S
% U) ]; o7 d, xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 V" q) Q; W9 k3 \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ j6 ]* W6 p$ p; C$ bYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' B( x8 F6 ]0 ?# tBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 l9 Z9 w- l R8 y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 L6 W3 L8 j* K/ W! lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' ?, u( N, K5 H1 NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / o. |# o* O& y, l
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 C' z; n" F' p, y* n5 C
. a" E4 l I% l; j( @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% {# {3 x, w2 ^1 L+ ^2 x' aHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 o/ u4 |% J( y: x# a v r @How you tried to set them free, 3 Q/ _$ b) |5 t
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 a* a- L% P2 T
Perhaps they never will. |
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