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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: ?* l6 Z8 F& j# k' I$ @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # V/ k9 ?9 i8 w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ C9 X! M7 i$ J* @: f' ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 F) ^" W7 a5 M/ Q* [: ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( a, v3 V8 T$ R/ T0 lHow you suffered for you sanity, ! I: v3 [* g1 O4 r7 q
How you tried to set them free,
9 I( ?" T4 u' U$ @) R: o7 m' T# uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 p1 E3 V! H6 X, [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* A$ \' ]! s/ V! K( T. Z; n ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - |/ F G4 a: v7 F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 j% ]# U% }' V7 }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 O+ E/ I0 k9 Z2 c7 R5 |) g: qFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, - ]' z5 X4 @$ i! {7 k; U) S8 ]7 k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* o$ \5 n6 ?& q% w% \8 Q, bYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 Y) z, w& l; i5 k1 m; d5 PBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 P% G7 r% ^0 }4 m6 k1 _$ {: p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 o7 l+ Y; n1 c q8 B# v
$ h/ J; o- Q+ d4 XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; t0 v2 ~! @1 Z) B5 b( x5 ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + s# o+ H" z- u3 S" h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / P X$ E y, \& ?
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* H* l; A% M- G& G5 gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 A: x2 P0 _* O: T( L, A0 [
How you suffered for you sanity,. f0 ? G) X. C3 G
How you tried to set them free,
8 v# R8 c4 i% r! J+ s, V7 k0 G. ]They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 t; B3 o1 g* P( |6 u: jPerhaps they never will. |
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