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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # s( Y$ B5 ^5 C3 y/ `% n8 n; R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 b* g, x' M ~( ^3 @ u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 A/ j$ k( D( v+ T3 E7 pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% K) t0 s r5 o( j7 a, F4 lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ v" o) f, I, |; ]How you suffered for you sanity, 7 N* E2 l/ W6 @& {5 b2 y# I5 {
How you tried to set them free, 2 k# u3 B; _' y& }7 j9 o* Y& e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# p% ` i! A2 R4 G/ ]Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! |) P/ k; _2 x* e- H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
t( ]# Y! N4 C4 v; l C* }. jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 I9 Y1 P3 E F$ M4 o! i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & j6 \7 ~2 u) V
7 ^6 O( `# T# t/ F# Y; P% PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 W7 ^8 u) w$ ]' u, ~$ @4 P: _4 QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ e% Z# k' l% a. _% k+ J* }; `You took your life as lovers ofter do, # D" ?' m6 H* h9 ~1 v
But I could have told you, Vincent, # P5 |, O6 J y% H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- Q6 E* O, t( uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " c- E o6 `9 H. P
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 y2 a6 l! h. {; l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' v5 e' Y& v" h" `0 E& [9 S& s& ~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, - m" J% g: J: O- c/ V" ?+ ?
How you suffered for you sanity,1 g- M6 {+ E% \1 ?# V5 T9 f
How you tried to set them free, ; O R! ]. o; s6 o$ U. h& O
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 V% h3 S0 X8 b3 c- M# |; ], XPerhaps they never will. |
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