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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ p7 r2 W3 j# F' _! m2 w+ n' ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / C* H* l, V9 Z2 p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 z5 `+ F7 f) Q! w7 ]( ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) e2 p0 O& P0 _, B8 H+ R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- r- A% B; x# a8 i. @
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 t9 K2 `! T! l
How you tried to set them free,
' A/ S1 C( l- ?! t( GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. q, d7 U% T8 C; S1 P; n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 L: ]0 I% D( X! l+ B& T
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 M) x4 N; T( i; I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 _. ?1 @1 R- e( H; W4 {Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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h+ ?( F: A/ y0 h2 f' BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % E6 z4 K% |! R$ M' G4 a3 ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; N: a% L2 s, @6 L/ w DYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" O9 D# N4 b$ ?0 E* gBut I could have told you, Vincent, - H- \6 H+ ]( o; g. F" f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + u( s- N$ n) R/ z* S4 |0 I( \
( ] @; {6 D8 JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 W7 j/ B' J4 f0 ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 ]. A- g2 N _* ~% g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) J; r5 c' Q+ E: Q& d
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,
6 a0 f: c- t) D: v2 f' EHow you suffered for you sanity,8 i2 l& G) L3 m) ^/ h
How you tried to set them free, : w0 ~1 Y$ S. [& a# C! W& e
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 M9 ~6 l: W& g, APerhaps they never will. |
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