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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# d" i) }- s5 U t, H. v% @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) |: q* u, e5 }( |6 ~2 z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
~; P2 e6 s c7 b$ XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, s0 B7 Z' `; q) xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, G; _; l+ R$ S }How you suffered for you sanity, . Y3 \$ B: {* A+ r% i: T
How you tried to set them free, 0 d% _0 C' [4 @' V+ } U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . k6 q0 W: T+ d( }6 i# d" o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 w) X9 m. r# e3 Z8 y& M; M2 QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: ^9 |& s! a" W' |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 ~1 Y) B% Y( \5 k* \9 vWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , C$ H& S2 {! N. j! H" P
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 I+ u* L7 W; I, S) z* m3 pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 Z. S9 t L" F# e, @
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - a0 j6 U( u m$ i [; o
But I could have told you, Vincent, % Z D# C# I$ _& [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . J* V; T: o( h& {0 K
' `. S. W7 I$ a" f& y `: QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( _7 a9 ?0 \, o; J" eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ N2 d5 ~3 ~/ Z9 O; U1 a% j: \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 `1 m7 |) E9 m5 u0 s3 z4 K6 IThe 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,
; O! P6 c" P( s# hHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 q' g6 C+ j1 |+ Y- {, @How you tried to set them free, 9 I' {9 Z/ K* n& m" E( j1 C
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ f% W9 ^( Z3 D& q1 u9 _Perhaps they never will. |
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