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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! e" Q% p: B n' [, \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # G, R1 ~, B1 x) a- h' u6 A( D# Z$ M: M
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 V8 M8 e2 R4 s- i D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + b& K' l& p9 A7 x' d/ P v* [& {6 F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ |" ^! d. l# w- _: ?3 k, B
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 I' m; t% G8 u3 [5 P9 HHow you tried to set them free, - r5 K( }1 f% o# [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 v) a+ R$ x" @1 z0 V* KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 D+ f0 M K. K2 D. w& x. `" ^# YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 Q6 I; F0 J! d. }! k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( D7 F: Z- Y" d! z1 k7 M, t
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% m4 W7 |; X! z' G% JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) y @5 F6 X% _" CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 \' g; b8 A3 M
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ f2 E( ?, P1 cBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. M1 V2 r5 j0 A% f0 L \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 i" Y z! z) G# b8 T
7 K9 M) D: J3 }( M* O! t( D5 h( LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 c X2 [0 [6 S; h% {2 z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : s0 D! q/ u$ l9 d4 z+ S
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( l t% V$ X+ y
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,
5 K3 X( `# s" J: _7 ~2 aHow you suffered for you sanity,+ p! P+ r9 F) e& _9 n
How you tried to set them free,
0 e! V" A% d& f3 lThey would not listen they're not listening still,
; c R. Z! h. L4 U. {6 ePerhaps they never will. |
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