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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' l% A! [, r q( J: ^+ p+ x. q4 B/ W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( T+ r4 g$ u9 Y0 O' A& O! bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, a# [$ q4 E) F0 I3 j- Y( oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 b% f. W1 Q% Q# r. wNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! {- a9 T, V0 T" E% Z0 [
How you suffered for you sanity, , }+ h; I# ^; q1 O! u
How you tried to set them free,
9 ^7 }5 _5 b" K$ ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 q. O: I( `- s8 A2 wStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ `& _ ~' s6 j5 d# TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + a: d- m$ m. Z D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * T- t* M7 D6 ]& W0 ]
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, 9 T; c: s) O4 i; R# H6 Z4 O2 Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
y7 `0 R, B0 ~' ?1 L. x0 bYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* e# i" L* X i6 g9 M( P g/ RBut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 ^$ A- u- F; n z# S* L1 g5 a$ {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 {' F4 U x" p' A6 U6 Q2 z
7 B3 J: ]3 v4 k2 @- cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
x0 {/ z2 k. t- G) pFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 w/ l; U. P. I. D, ]3 pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / B- d) u$ Z* f
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, # [- ~# y+ [$ ~0 i% A
How you suffered for you sanity,. P h$ ]$ F& n5 r; ]/ f; T
How you tried to set them free, * p& v% c& h5 N$ |0 T4 Z0 R' I
They would not listen they're not listening still, % S H u( P2 @# p, j0 ^+ C3 _6 a
Perhaps they never will. |
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