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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( P3 K7 j- Z+ I5 ~# a( ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / r+ T* K0 [" @, W2 A' a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% R+ V: l, b- v' f9 I8 O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 h) O$ a! f- u' @' sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,5 c$ @0 {' r. y, e0 L
How you suffered for you sanity,
: w. W# q2 p; l% M! M+ u" \How you tried to set them free,
! n }/ X* Y# a1 J. hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
R. ^' u& \1 X4 [, e1 JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: S1 y' D3 s7 F9 G/ v( uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 G+ k: k8 w( @, [' L9 lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 ^; i" a9 [& r0 [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " z# ^ R* T' S; Y- J# \/ J
: S: L. M- q$ Z" tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 o3 T) O7 q9 t: l$ X7 H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 L5 e% j' k) x+ p# E) V- h+ A$ j
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. j+ ~" A$ b. ]8 S3 b9 ~3 uBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# u$ W, N& z( ~( wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& ~& q9 x7 }) e0 G4 AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + S6 @9 Q7 v" }# b$ q6 l$ O" q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + Z' G7 q/ J9 T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
q7 J- q( j- L/ b# Q3 TThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 d S( k: S: f" w R
( f/ t. L& L6 L# O$ R( T2 \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, W& a1 o! V4 M, X# `
How you suffered for you sanity,
# c/ U& N% @2 n4 I# [0 Q1 {6 J# RHow you tried to set them free,
4 S! @" ` a, S1 }; MThey would not listen they're not listening still,
: {" o4 Q! O5 Z' B, gPerhaps they never will. |
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