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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 ?9 B9 R5 N) n+ }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, `2 {, _7 ~0 D+ P! Y& r$ i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 y: t; z0 d2 m* K' a( t2 d. z& i) @) CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 F1 S& A% u" x* LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
: p3 ~# W" z C% `( ?% { ?+ WHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 K ]# ]" `+ A+ y7 z4 l
How you tried to set them free,
! k) l. C& w+ D# DThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 M. z- L9 L: k! ~& V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , F1 z L9 a5 m' }& D8 o- G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 d) N# j/ d; ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; q- l* u2 H7 }% G* n
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, : o, ?; {/ _8 s2 d" G3 T: l
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + |1 G# K; I/ y$ A9 ~+ S
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 H3 M2 n: c$ c$ P8 M3 JBut I could have told you, Vincent,
6 E2 ~- t% Y& h+ }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . W. \( O& L9 u4 W$ i. S
8 @& n( M* q4 X9 b8 _7 kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! k% o8 l, q( Y j$ E+ [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! D& |4 ^. J. s+ B1 sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " s: f* t! p- u$ D7 y4 P7 H. q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 r$ W. Q3 j: m$ F& ]6 w
: ]" K( S( @+ d! D5 ?9 w+ tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 u" |# _6 [0 y |; I) g$ Z |5 iHow you suffered for you sanity,4 ?) R* v% f; G( ^) y/ P* @
How you tried to set them free,
% [. B V9 ^$ F) s2 Y- V; ~They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 \9 ]5 k* ^! r9 a0 ~Perhaps they never will. |
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