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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , C& D( v. `$ Q& g% o; L6 q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' i; A# j4 s0 V# Y/ S* n8 `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& h$ T9 J5 M- ~' l; C: K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ x s7 y! a+ O' l b! `- a- ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ c8 k; w5 p: B. z' E
How you suffered for you sanity,
; \: i+ {- N JHow you tried to set them free,
! v' b% P) n$ n6 b* r( QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % w9 h N5 ^$ `( w& L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( L5 M3 g" A2 t2 K0 Y4 gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 B/ B9 Q$ M2 G- KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ f+ D2 ]+ X! R5 ?0 l0 [6 K
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, 4 [! I5 s9 W1 b8 C4 a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 v% O7 v# o2 v- _( B$ u% ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' l5 L, G0 b4 ^# I2 h: W9 DBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ C" r4 J$ ?$ H9 J2 s3 B- nThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. m z+ X3 o% J/ V8 [+ r" b
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : `) q8 `! X2 c# [7 P
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 W& j$ @( l# ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 O- \$ u9 Q1 b; d8 z, QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # j! ` Q% J7 |2 q; X
! ~' f* f7 o6 Y/ a oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 c/ e4 G. @, `: n
How you suffered for you sanity," T/ S! L# ]* c" B
How you tried to set them free,
- j: l, `# d7 z/ f- ^; [They would not listen they're not listening still,
* o- M- b5 v# m: E$ r' EPerhaps they never will. |
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