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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : J; v: P# V3 S4 b# G% j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( T% y- Y1 J( Z9 ^7 @# N# O3 |* ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: i) m! k3 r7 E# yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ {3 W, ]) E. S% j d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) Y+ v. a3 C; e5 VHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 s3 O- p. F- U0 }1 I/ k! R, _How you tried to set them free, / K+ q5 T- m2 y" B' o$ ~) c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' E. I2 r% z- X- Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 Z. U' D7 R! E4 w9 g3 fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 s7 G' l1 U. t9 _! z6 u6 ^8 I7 zColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, Y0 [+ W. K K+ M, g1 UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ P9 |9 G& A( y0 _For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. }2 \& k8 z3 c' l: HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ r7 K- g6 m" |# Z& b' } @ qYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 Y, _, a, e. F8 ?' O
But I could have told you, Vincent, . _2 c, {: W3 |" I9 p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! @' f- t9 d$ K I$ x j# E
- K1 }0 w$ N( @- [# m6 d3 t! SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 q% N' P; d m6 J/ W& o9 ], n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # j6 c) F7 Q2 c1 B' J" t! t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 p+ ]2 d& M r# ^- M: B2 yThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& A. g1 k- f( t, ^8 |3 u3 C2 DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, * L: I* }( K; D n5 K6 z( w- j% O
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 @3 \/ A& W# JHow you tried to set them free, ; r9 W& \( ?! L
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ C( ^; O, o7 j+ M
Perhaps they never will. |
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