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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, l# \( [, @) C% ?8 ~* ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 q; @; P4 N2 T3 k+ B, k5 E& Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 t) X/ O5 e! K$ K, h$ }: qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + ?) G% h# A; y5 P G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, E( M e& M) S- ^6 a& m5 {6 W
How you suffered for you sanity, ; A: u7 k* y. {5 o
How you tried to set them free, 3 X# @5 a; ?: k, ?% n) Z9 d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 V5 C' i! ~* L, b
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 h, a) q; n, T3 O- E. xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: i# ?5 d7 B2 F5 |3 fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 b4 P/ L/ Q2 u" E- V4 n
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / [( c9 M; M! n/ R1 Y
0 l0 [9 ?% n- U6 L, Y) mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: _! o) l2 K2 p5 d. f' mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# N: Q# D* _; |8 BYou took your life as lovers ofter do, U5 G; ~2 G0 t7 B* c' @1 E
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- l2 S! {: e7 k1 h I+ @, [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' U5 _/ I5 ?% m6 e% l: B" XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 ?+ f7 z* ^* ~: q, }9 G( a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) y6 k% X. p8 i- ~6 s$ d' z7 ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ X5 R) n, @1 [0 u4 ]The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ k3 ]# U* x3 pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' k6 L5 T( O9 _" B5 }* u
How you suffered for you sanity,
, x" @9 Q7 T: X6 H0 E$ d+ r" HHow you tried to set them free, - ?! |' G `- c& F# f
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 L/ x& z8 W7 [$ ~4 ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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