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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / Z9 p, C& r# G$ l1 O* Y) g! g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' p2 _7 w1 e9 V$ ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' h8 e0 ]! S I3 r) |! ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( A0 Z; |1 H- x6 K, G. [, |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ s5 X+ k4 l/ }: D1 l3 pHow you suffered for you sanity, & z# v; s7 g4 p
How you tried to set them free, 9 c% w: Q/ V+ j/ C; f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 |% _2 y- W2 |6 y2 j# e, ?7 P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 [9 }; t! j* [# \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . \+ e( V! ?' c9 {# H. l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' K' W( b& s1 t5 O$ r. D, G
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,
' R7 M' a! R" YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & h5 Q0 i# C9 ^( w5 O
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - |/ D" K' d% h# Q3 M) D
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; R; {' S) M$ t: D5 {! `2 ?# N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - D; Z! U6 i: e9 K* E
) a) [+ W' J; s; Y5 jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! Z( B1 g/ w" X3 ]( o$ U2 P' }. ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
U& l8 E& {: z& Q. FLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 E. `% A) M5 @- i4 W. l2 `
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , g% P% M6 s9 u) X
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * | L& X6 L1 d2 b8 b$ r
How you suffered for you sanity,
( P& o' T+ o* u% `$ HHow you tried to set them free, + _& j+ a) o" M3 {) E
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( l# ~$ V! W& D+ @; mPerhaps they never will. |
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