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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * @* i J4 w( u/ m$ F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* v9 l$ a" ^7 D9 O: @ \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 K' K' w/ M& }+ }' M5 N# }$ i
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. x' h; g: P* Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) X6 i2 V! H# m7 e! n4 E0 GHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 ]! }9 a+ d$ @
How you tried to set them free, / Y. c/ ^( F1 R1 u' \, b* ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # N; G/ |# e) f. I m; g+ y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: |8 ?% y3 {( [+ U9 V& z1 ^+ kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 V- {8 c8 S; J( b5 R* l& X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( r# y6 J. J5 u# v, q. B$ z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : P: O" R: |8 p$ S5 e# B& v# s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 ^: V6 C8 O# ?( I7 A% s6 g, v3 q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & f3 N9 `2 _) \" Y7 \5 ?1 h- f
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 R! S) z7 u' s+ r3 H& i$ }) ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( J6 ?3 E" z% y4 hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) Q' [5 j- P. b+ OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) c3 U' d' i. K' ?3 a e& tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 x4 F9 {% {5 f- ]' }# a
% {1 t4 x* i* A4 ~1 INow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 _: e/ n( c& M) U. jHow you suffered for you sanity,& D# i4 P* t5 O3 x
How you tried to set them free,
, X& ~- Y. Z4 cThey would not listen they're not listening still,
B$ L/ W2 ]6 d% ?) LPerhaps they never will. |
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