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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ J( M5 O/ t; I, R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" E# k0 F: J: y; c; RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 G5 e' t, X! s+ Y+ FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ t+ Z* m' `# _- u* Q7 V$ x: u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% {; K9 v( Z/ w! J% w; _
How you suffered for you sanity,
" C4 w9 _ a+ L$ dHow you tried to set them free, . v) M, R7 V. Y% [; D3 n/ E* {! j* U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" R8 P" m0 L5 e- e" p! R1 r$ U, }1 HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" r. n& V" w) q/ f9 U! H* SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # ]+ ]% s% G( N: l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 ]7 ~, P; F! z) P7 ]. gWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! y& |# F) a7 |+ AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& v% s; S' N& B+ j- u6 m. vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ t3 a- R( ?9 V) E* E& C7 K" C! VYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 j6 K6 j- `+ t3 u% L# M
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' I6 P* v/ z' I0 H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : ^% s$ {& l( p" t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # ~6 X8 P5 R1 C) G+ k' b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' T0 ]# L* k) J2 J2 QThe 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, T& p( k2 E9 k3 q8 ?$ ?
How you suffered for you sanity,3 Y F, |* c: Z9 W! U
How you tried to set them free,
; T9 |" D; L% l# C2 T) |They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 x9 U- k* h) ~6 m7 i
Perhaps they never will. |
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