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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 i- X: S" K2 V! z( N/ |6 F* d" g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 W1 k& n( B9 f" |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 v- O$ w% T5 X7 f% JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& U# X& b5 j: g8 A8 W/ tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 H2 q+ r+ @; Q) h' e: `; jHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 k$ j f+ p$ L) R0 @; g. pHow you tried to set them free, ) u. K- r' w5 B: M: @1 L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / A+ M5 U/ d# z& v' ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 a4 a( _! L' Y" T, A3 o; V& l; M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ J. d6 q5 z/ o1 p1 ?6 l( m2 ]9 vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . e" h4 f4 n3 C# I
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * j# F6 J, ^0 ]3 S$ o, L3 \
6 Q) i5 s, ^# ?0 ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 ]' B. ^' v+ s9 H* o/ MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! R- x; l6 g4 [8 }; e
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & z: X3 X5 @. r. s, p
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( ?6 k3 r# `& l& A, W9 l
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! B, J8 d0 S! N2 eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # V: d6 G) }0 K- H8 H( J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 j a; O0 ]- T! v: I4 D+ B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 m3 e* L u: Q; m$ f
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + c% `5 B3 }9 e! f5 H
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' I9 R0 T2 k) N' Z* XHow you suffered for you sanity,) A+ Y1 c7 D# H* c' a8 n0 ]
How you tried to set them free, " r- }: _3 z2 n: A* k# K# x/ f( t
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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