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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
_ V% u; `, D+ ]* DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: j& |* A& B- t$ r8 O8 P% d1 qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 b+ R" @/ E! S. D. f- D7 ]9 F: e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / |2 s/ k I& g9 z, ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) ]8 W9 b8 k) |2 @) W
How you suffered for you sanity, . y5 d9 b+ O+ d" j$ }: }3 E8 z+ ?
How you tried to set them free, & i4 O) Y$ k$ F2 C8 _" @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! s T' S+ ^2 WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- q5 @% q' |# y, B4 R2 VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. U. H$ g& a# tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 D+ ]9 i& P9 g* n$ s3 @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( V& h0 v3 l7 M8 \! W# EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ Y+ L! {* r& _3 U$ w" lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( |& C7 S7 e& T7 l2 D- aYou took your life as lovers ofter do, G: q: j' r( i4 ?8 }% `
But I could have told you, Vincent, H3 z* _* P6 `# b% a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 k9 ~5 j, V; N1 i( Z: ^
4 q# {+ d) ~) M9 [ C4 M( S+ ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 ] u1 m9 U W: D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . R: R/ h$ Q& ~1 K' S: x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 T5 ?2 h. }+ ^9 a5 ~$ y& 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,
% ]2 Y2 v! j6 I+ Z" G. d0 EHow you suffered for you sanity,
* d, M. Z% M s2 R0 b) XHow you tried to set them free, $ u0 A6 [8 s6 P$ H! f( ^1 k) f
They would not listen they're not listening still, : ?: N9 W% ]% y% a; l. [' G
Perhaps they never will. |
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