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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 ^3 X+ w) x% _& g+ `: o8 G! z! fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 i S% R+ p# \; C6 x2 @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% E3 ]5 j: u9 E% Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 s2 p, _& s+ ?6 _" Y K7 c' U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- d- g2 m4 l0 F3 n
How you suffered for you sanity, " J8 R# C6 `/ c: r% o" Q
How you tried to set them free,
$ @; B6 V1 J* pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 N- m/ h# v7 N; U$ G4 a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 s& V6 ~: M. A, k% r8 t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " o) u* l7 ?: m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 c* s7 @0 Y! q, d3 J" ^Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ j8 {, [8 n( A: N/ j& eFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, " }2 j6 j' ?% f1 z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 Q+ O' W" o& B% q$ L' ]& n( N lYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; N9 Y/ P3 }* w. |+ d0 C
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ P8 H$ a" r* i, eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * J) \/ {' K* O/ e
) _6 P5 k+ I3 m( [/ _! q6 z$ ?- bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- [( g- S8 Y! t9 ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: f( H" t+ P! @4 K J# oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 d* u- Y# `, X* Y% V1 \: X+ D+ Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 y& O4 r# X% ^8 DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 q& d& c) ]1 l
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 G; p6 b% X' R9 U' [ F) UHow you tried to set them free,
# r6 i. v* @2 z9 x0 {% F. zThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; a; ]7 P2 {2 k0 X( R
Perhaps they never will. |
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