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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 |3 i2 U! B* T) j) a. ?+ G; V+ z7 vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. S9 C7 }5 B0 p# V8 I9 B; A, m; v: zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' h i" L2 J! r- X8 d- PCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; a% X( w2 E7 i! P, aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 ]7 n) ]! d) z# h! k
How you suffered for you sanity,
: }+ S/ t! w1 G3 q8 ?( DHow you tried to set them free, 1 J' W5 |& j) S( u, _. g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 C# p& A# W; f3 y8 e pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) I: {6 B+ p+ \# d$ u; DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 R; P& u0 N6 u$ |5 o) k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & P/ k$ O9 D% O9 K8 Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 e8 s! T" ]: E
# L' P( J# E, K. A4 |For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % D3 a) ^9 a: K+ J; o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# q- E$ p5 u {. D' WYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ y" I# R8 M" O, k! [6 bBut I could have told you, Vincent, + g \* Z9 r2 K' }( u* @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 Q) }- T9 Y% V6 m- r1 D. k
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ A' e. i! ~' A" q# p vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 w% D% A! R! j( w" wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 ]4 }0 K, u; VThe 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, ' N, B m/ q) R$ Z& d
How you suffered for you sanity,
c4 y! r2 U. X7 X0 XHow you tried to set them free, . a, n! o) o$ {9 D! k5 U' w
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ \! i' @( y }" FPerhaps they never will. |
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