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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " S: Q' [9 w% W+ o' J9 v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ N6 N- D. G, o( o, pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* o$ n% s9 c! R3 D8 `# y j/ bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # Y; a; x' I/ G5 p5 R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 P2 `4 b5 G* o, G1 p9 s+ ?6 P
How you suffered for you sanity, . v( H% c& k! \& J
How you tried to set them free, , K Z9 | R4 G2 o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% K, ]! z/ y' w* uStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 V7 A2 y/ g) u+ @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : @/ e9 v [* R9 x& o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % Q7 _6 a$ T, E! |% K" w- D9 x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( p6 |0 y" c% d# C1 H# sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 f% J/ E& s7 F5 q9 }" \8 n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 i" F/ x/ ^3 TYou took your life as lovers ofter do, $ L- g( I% j/ s* e, l1 d, X# c
But I could have told you, Vincent, / h! y: s; h! b2 p% z) H1 B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. m6 l) p8 H+ t. A: Q
6 \% G' R8 x5 c! C! i6 fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % ?9 S' J3 m, x& X& ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 Z: Q# a! Y1 A. F. }' [ j& R8 LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 y! N( J( j K! p9 O/ ZThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( x1 r4 h' Q9 E; j: o
4 A2 ^9 I+ N# ^9 d, R( A! @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 o$ X$ H% ?( n4 e5 VHow you suffered for you sanity,
. j4 j& q! F0 ^0 p+ O. BHow you tried to set them free, 7 [; s: [2 L) K2 n+ ?
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 f6 ?, M P) f' ^& |* L; }* }Perhaps they never will. |
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