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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! ?/ |. j( ]3 h; L7 i( x) HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 b3 X, ~: O( N, j+ Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 o. o. G* f! F8 v* C" O/ NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " v/ C7 I" Z% @1 V+ i p: ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- \( V, l' D& _# ~3 s7 D! m
How you suffered for you sanity,
w% E, N6 |2 n9 Y/ E7 p2 S6 u* M! }% qHow you tried to set them free,
. V* {% A- J( K9 L$ v+ Z0 {3 p0 @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ h: a J7 c0 |Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 t$ r) _9 q7 y8 P( f | }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; v C9 i8 J+ N" I; D+ ?8 _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 o: U5 J8 ^9 S1 g5 o( ]7 D
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, 8 @' J: c9 Q$ Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) q X8 }. z& g1 s+ s( Y0 d1 Z( W
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 O# G; X( g! ]$ NBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ B3 i" D/ m: D1 P/ z3 c8 Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 U. G* ^+ D7 e3 q5 k9 T! @: N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% k* }; _8 U) q/ {$ Z: |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 j" U) [: r$ N% K+ n2 o, _0 S
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % C( L0 N+ L! H/ D$ U
( t; L7 k Q4 B1 \' qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 `* P5 f/ v2 j2 d
How you suffered for you sanity,( P5 D' @/ \: i, A( \
How you tried to set them free, 3 P4 [: w; {7 v' V
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# b( o& m( l" ]; ^! fPerhaps they never will. |
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