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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , ~' A; N- i. B X2 c. Q0 i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . T$ d H" Q. r! i% Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ O; w# L1 N- @8 N K7 h+ gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 _$ I, s! ]$ t8 oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
: C- z4 ^- T h+ ~) JHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 O: o/ N$ q% c
How you tried to set them free,
, v/ ?' }( _8 gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, ~( O. {# l9 D1 R0 P0 UStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # Y4 Y2 _7 p9 q* T2 R0 @+ f3 I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( M- n; T; R1 n' rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# ]2 Y' }1 P* H: z" `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, . M$ b% Y8 `, s) P8 R1 c7 x" P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 h' Q( r! l, P* m; YYou took your life as lovers ofter do, t+ \! U- ?$ I( b! c0 m/ G! @
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 G+ F) R* \$ p8 s9 H" n. w$ MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + H" @4 L! B9 C% X% u, [
3 Y$ v, n0 G7 F6 ~2 D& k* aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 R! g* ?" n1 |( I( ?- X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 O3 O' @- g8 Z/ @! h/ i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 {) O7 J" t3 h% HThe 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, 2 a* l& c h2 r# B! x, x
How you suffered for you sanity,& G* H7 r- f2 T* G5 `$ t; U
How you tried to set them free, 3 ?$ c9 D, P/ D
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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