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) B1 s& L$ w7 sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * a* S) d; Z* D5 K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * s& y, l* W! g. w2 }4 g7 F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: s0 F- ~7 d) R2 {7 H0 N9 Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 ]9 w2 b: k: E8 q4 z/ y/ r- t& c
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ b$ F7 K! F8 U' sHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 L4 x' R% |; h& [ b- G9 pHow you tried to set them free,
3 r7 b! ^9 t D/ TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ c% y5 S$ _/ H3 E: }( \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! H- e+ u' Z* d0 N! Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; s" w3 ^! }+ J" ~" l( TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 M* s# n$ B6 I# DWeathered 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, / H- I2 `# ^* w, I; Q/ j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 P2 r' U1 z* K1 R4 G y1 q$ X
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, a* X, j; d% a' i1 @But I could have told you, Vincent, . _1 M& f' s% K" b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & ]- y. d$ |8 `8 p- n& @4 l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
l; L9 i2 \3 u+ dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 r: C; _* E- `, j* PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! x+ j% V8 Q* w
& u2 Z3 \8 s# ~& `; d8 Y6 d* fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
s& f8 E5 g+ {: p( a/ y# \How you suffered for you sanity,3 A7 t. \& s& j" K3 |: x! g
How you tried to set them free, ! T) _6 N% S" ^0 `5 r' c
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 `) t; C- p1 |& FPerhaps they never will. |
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