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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 V/ f9 H, J0 P1 n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 W% E7 |3 j2 v9 d# c/ \* ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 N' X) r7 \6 Q* r; [$ h% f9 b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + \* [% I1 _* k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 x& `- x2 B3 B! b1 z: HHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 a& X( c- ]. U) D% A, S
How you tried to set them free, 8 C0 V$ C0 y/ a R( K$ d; c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) ^; c2 n* c# g2 d
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 J* d1 N+ z0 ?+ L3 F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. G. X3 Z4 N/ C/ P; \+ H, L' WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " d% C1 g* r* }$ w$ @7 n/ Y0 o1 x/ C
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 S2 g7 N; n3 L) \For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& @% B2 G k& j4 u; y# nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; g Z# F2 m" L% O9 G& J8 T8 jYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + \2 Z! G- O' @* A( P
But I could have told you, Vincent, : ^/ J# Y7 M$ n+ I6 i0 D' v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % y! a* B8 V3 p c/ @6 }5 W4 k
( m& \$ ]4 [. s/ U; s/ m8 sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( P. ^+ e$ u5 l3 Q3 kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 d( t* R* D" G5 N- h- q$ \ R& L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # B* c% k, {% h0 Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - @5 S8 q1 Y( d* G; D" Z5 |" K8 v
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& e" ~$ w2 _: z+ T' L2 xHow you suffered for you sanity,
k0 X* g2 F& L6 }How you tried to set them free, 8 X% G0 O! N$ s+ g( R! N
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ c- } q# I" h8 OPerhaps they never will. |
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