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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% A( g# ~8 y$ n0 w8 iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # ^1 e$ l# h _& z) ^+ d
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 i5 v% Y2 V6 {: v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . R; i, b3 |2 B1 Q; P2 k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 G" V4 q, {0 j; ]" e* V% WHow you suffered for you sanity, : _) e/ _+ n9 Z4 p7 e0 \/ ~& f
How you tried to set them free,
+ `4 ^2 U' D' F0 dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 Y* ?0 x: d- N" WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / c" n; z* b8 W* @8 v
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & h4 T- j7 U- z5 D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ r7 S$ e, r7 t' R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 J( s5 G1 u z9 {8 y
7 _# _: H' Y) wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : a. T, H3 u/ n* a, k9 U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; I }4 J: ]' n/ ^4 s* v/ L
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 ~4 K" s6 S( d0 X9 a, q5 T& DBut I could have told you, Vincent, / K, B8 R3 i+ o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 Q! B/ B/ K5 e% F7 KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " T1 i$ Y9 d+ C! B5 G1 S/ U! l# K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 } R0 K7 c) n2 t4 b- u
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 B# v2 ~/ v* y5 z' d
The 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, 7 }) v. q' I( ^3 n
How you suffered for you sanity,* E, V1 d: C3 _! V$ p( _2 {& D6 p- z
How you tried to set them free,
" j% T6 O/ y7 q& W, S% _9 c0 \They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 Q$ D# N; U9 M, PPerhaps they never will. |
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