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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 q+ v3 x- K& h# @& J: zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : e1 t; h5 n! h, O; w; p5 q X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, P3 Q0 z0 m/ M' ]9 I- pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . X8 v! E/ r$ N3 c! c2 `+ c k4 I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 ~+ G3 r5 m& t+ {How you suffered for you sanity,
+ s$ {4 ]- Q" o% R! y) Y5 FHow you tried to set them free, % @: @8 f$ o7 C; y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 O0 |% ] P8 q8 G+ j1 U/ Z8 t! g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " N5 L( |& V6 f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 y5 v8 K' N l: T" |0 e% Y% pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 K- L& A$ V6 H O* Y# N9 ^: d
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,
4 y. q. s, U% b- m H% Y( E/ _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . q, K) _$ N5 g& b( T" b$ y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 v/ \ J: i& p, c; V% s1 R% g" [But I could have told you, Vincent, ) n [& E1 r! ]4 {$ Z& U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # E$ t0 R5 t1 Y& h
4 p' D9 y+ A) MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : v. D- u: D+ h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' l- h1 u( d2 \3 H- c, O f( q/ CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* t6 B9 j# m, IThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 V" c% n% n7 D- B; R6 H3 J
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" r& m; m4 |+ K- EHow you suffered for you sanity,$ E: \) |0 x, k) @" M v
How you tried to set them free, % N- S3 i o7 ]- I6 y5 F
They would not listen they're not listening still, . b- C2 C- m! c1 O+ L4 _7 l7 n) r
Perhaps they never will. |
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