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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! h ?4 F I5 f6 ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ E5 D5 E2 ?, c; nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
g' {1 M6 t" SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 S3 _5 @/ X1 a, b* q) t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! L4 b) [; {' eHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 d- [( t% H, w; l# l- \# VHow you tried to set them free, : E3 P- w' e0 z+ j( u: H
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - u' W$ j3 x1 t4 m* R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + V/ ?6 K3 W# j) d' y1 j& ^7 |0 ~3 j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 k) N" R* q4 C# z" M2 E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 M0 c, m' U" R: s: Q; H
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 N( I( `- X2 l# g9 i: B( K4 c6 ]
/ f) L( j5 V( b8 J+ BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : b# O+ a0 l7 N1 F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / L: e7 I" R! V6 V9 k
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 \5 P o1 B1 p" K$ U& KBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 h, H' X7 Q7 \" `+ K& hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( I1 Y$ h% R& `2 M4 W# T' X" yStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 [9 s- j* S( C# \$ F" [3 l/ G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 v) D! k j, `! H/ [4 x/ Q% p' sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: V* P( E* P& X' h% GThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / r0 t) \7 m' x4 Y" N1 i7 D; y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) G( a1 _4 O3 @: C! h. i
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 k& l9 b* B4 @& W* ZHow you tried to set them free, q( T$ [1 L; |/ w1 Y! }
They would not listen they're not listening still, . _7 \. \1 V4 U% U* e5 U
Perhaps they never will. |
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