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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : |( @! w2 l$ o7 k; W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
R. z$ q& Z8 ]: [ T4 w6 dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," x& ?: D" k y) k, F% w& l* T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / a$ n* N5 @. @1 B7 a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. m5 o5 v' b: _) U4 f, DHow you suffered for you sanity, ! D7 O, e- S1 s8 t
How you tried to set them free, 6 {/ x B# W. `' _8 e' t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 C( n% ?9 T8 X0 h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 J. |$ B- d$ R& t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 S' p" B3 {' i: uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 X% r. L" h z6 n( i( C( B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. y/ b# W0 j0 a5 i/ T5 O+ D
6 H4 X8 E; @. c. a. hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! j* H3 ?9 |) _! Q, @9 r5 TAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % q! }+ I9 [9 t1 q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , ~8 O# Q6 }0 o
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 V. E7 _$ L# e! ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 }% |0 R8 L$ @. _& `9 AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # u" ?! N* z# s. Z& v" V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % k, }, V- A2 e- K. V0 R7 a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; F9 w# e4 k- T9 ]+ EThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' g# e" k$ z, t$ w$ x- m& A( k
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. U" q( a8 N; x+ u- p1 z' IHow you suffered for you sanity,# |. m& j# W4 {6 m( P9 w
How you tried to set them free,
. h& L4 ^8 E7 |8 X- sThey would not listen they're not listening still, , F+ T* k, ]" R. O. l# H
Perhaps they never will. |
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