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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: |/ C" T u7 ]; iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , V# Z" I+ j. I0 ` I" |# C: j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 D/ D2 w. Z# C' d: B1 _/ dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, O7 N, x, w; n$ G4 G- {, ]. l1 R2 yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- A' W8 [1 T: R, U' f/ g; ^
How you suffered for you sanity, q' }1 `4 s, x/ E+ B% X
How you tried to set them free,
+ p, I' Y$ k! Q- g! x yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 u5 n3 g6 R0 R4 d) J9 \Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 c/ U0 @! j5 W2 {( ~9 w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 ]( \- l' e! E5 t9 eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* I9 S: B& w# G9 E- hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , d5 b: X4 T8 w! ^6 l6 d
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % N: V# \5 \ P* b% c+ ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & i% I! F# J o* F
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 ]5 ?$ }3 J( E. }( {But I could have told you, Vincent, " Q5 n: f" ~0 n1 L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # s& b) g/ R; U. R1 D/ @8 x( F
( i0 j; l* r. u3 YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 X# l" Y C* w7 c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 V# M. p# m% Y+ \# \. l8 R3 p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) F( }+ [( L+ }
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,
) T$ P5 _$ m* Z) y4 {1 oHow you suffered for you sanity,
' ?$ }" W9 p& U" u' YHow you tried to set them free, , h4 z- Y) O; ~
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ o9 j- u$ |3 v1 \9 K9 A# LPerhaps they never will. |
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