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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" o) \, Z; v6 E3 }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 O$ `3 e& }4 f7 Z( pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ P6 T- G3 U* |. z; ^6 L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 _% J/ I$ T, _+ W5 A+ MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- W. o4 ~; z$ j) Z5 uHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 ^; K& {; X: T( w) {8 w; mHow you tried to set them free,
2 B3 ]! i- w4 a/ RThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 ~4 K3 U: @) O4 B |4 j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" D1 O% Y& c# g: s( RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* z- y' f+ B6 `8 r& y/ k. MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 U2 ]- I. Z) E. C+ O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , w1 P5 b% C+ N. T
$ U) ?0 Z6 n3 K7 `3 w \( e. c9 c( {3 WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. c1 J, u# [6 b5 s. S7 A" k6 ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 U2 k2 N' H o2 Z( i' ^$ C' YYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( Y& R. f) _1 A+ J; A* ABut I could have told you, Vincent, ( |5 u+ V) h7 @* N$ v8 a G$ t' V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( v% v2 B1 y& m: Z6 E8 gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( E2 f# H4 k7 _ O4 F0 |4 c; t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: f1 `1 p& }/ B, e R; ], sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 e$ `# R; q9 w' a2 B. c' `6 A
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,
- ?" `. J9 |# \How you suffered for you sanity,+ O5 o3 d& U6 U" s/ s
How you tried to set them free, 1 C, H) v. u4 ^6 t6 E; W) K9 i0 w
They would not listen they're not listening still, / i) L4 s# m/ S* m! q6 W/ W4 b
Perhaps they never will. |
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