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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; b( ?6 L( c. b4 _( P. W1 V# D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, x9 V1 f6 l# F% @! m1 f6 SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 M9 t+ {: \) ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 ^/ z7 f) h1 t2 [- w% W( tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 T4 |1 d2 {4 v6 ^! `; f
How you suffered for you sanity, - R- K. Y5 {7 `- j
How you tried to set them free, k5 I2 t% k F/ }" w- N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 N& K E" j, p7 d! |' {$ ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: C4 w+ u+ G# iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; n/ ?2 v# W- ?; ~7 A, zColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + P2 u! \, ^ ^3 f" ?
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( I; x4 U; t% a( d/ r! f2 Q1 n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " Z! @7 G# L G+ j+ q/ \
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 Y0 x3 Y7 h* w
But I could have told you, Vincent, - i! l0 @* q/ j2 ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* i1 E! S9 S6 a/ eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - b, p4 L+ l; e% e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& u9 e6 o5 S; w) [" P# z4 oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + \+ R, O. r- w# F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & a" ~- B4 W# J3 ^% U' _$ o
5 e/ E* P( Q6 gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( G) c" `/ y' e9 n
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ x, H. d1 W( ~. lHow you tried to set them free, " y; W2 B! ^1 u2 a% \/ U/ |
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( x% ?) |! I q# g1 x& i) |& Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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