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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: w% V* N" w: d: c" W# ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 i% ^3 y/ h0 x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. k. }9 T' D0 g9 X3 k [6 ^# }1 mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 B# ?" t0 u1 P t% E& b0 nNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! | L/ g4 ]5 _7 H3 l! r8 W Z4 J+ C7 c4 AHow you suffered for you sanity, + |+ i/ E/ F# O% p |) j4 l- a6 m% w
How you tried to set them free,
4 U {) s7 W8 _$ \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! X8 n% ~- ?( N! V: {5 g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 S9 M$ T6 e! f6 k$ t TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , a7 \, n/ F% G# a2 X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- W( A" q0 w: B6 ~5 U! d6 gWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' }3 o' l, q" g' T
4 E9 k5 P- ]# j! }; u# ^$ W2 u: cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 F3 f% k3 X/ [7 ]$ Q$ }. Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& J: M0 w0 N9 H. {# b6 GYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - r, Q1 y( X. m6 K/ m5 p7 `
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. H; d( V3 G5 |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% J* @ i+ c* N# TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% a: X2 [. l( SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, k, ]+ P, A9 z4 V1 v$ _* MThe 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, " B. O+ w- g3 C+ `
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 a7 l4 ~6 t1 l( t2 V6 ~- V* VHow you tried to set them free,
8 W* n3 ]% |- t) x cThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 ?- F0 h9 s1 o+ y9 g2 q1 h
Perhaps they never will. |
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