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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. o/ ?3 B2 }5 T2 p8 y. y H1 _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . O7 h0 X6 w% T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, x* x1 y3 T3 L9 tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 w" T1 L, {$ \4 a2 }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# K* q7 c- g, [
How you suffered for you sanity, - S0 t) w, ]- @5 h1 E
How you tried to set them free,
+ G$ n2 v- N* R6 A' `( W: aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 w a5 l# }3 f1 E2 @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 w9 o/ T k/ J" P, YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 x( ^( p! ~; b& g; X1 i6 F3 q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 _2 s# r3 c; z8 [ ?9 z# I
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,
" u# b# b% D _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- v8 h+ A2 a9 ^8 S2 P" Y7 mYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ m0 |0 Z9 V1 l- Q' LBut I could have told you, Vincent, ' J; A/ N3 T- T" A/ L* B! g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' p" l5 \' n" _7 J, r6 d' J- v
$ h) F! m6 ?( I" {# x6 O9 R- XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 w/ P7 X5 c0 ~: i2 U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 T2 E# i' l$ e Q: p/ O9 n$ ^( ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, Z& Z' q+ ~' @ H) J" @
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . T m( O* S5 B+ O
How you suffered for you sanity,7 S9 [' T' S( a9 x! w# I
How you tried to set them free, ; r" S. W" J. Y! ^3 U9 o1 w: P
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 ~1 |/ @1 Q. B1 r# @Perhaps they never will. |
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