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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( r& c: O0 ?5 v6 t0 L: \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# Q8 x5 U- l' z5 X. i' \5 hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( }. M& m2 L9 ^1 W% M. m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 [% w6 i& [* c# @$ Q4 Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 `! ^* G* ]& }: y1 f/ b; U4 F
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 m" ~6 P4 [+ c8 i r& R2 fHow you tried to set them free, % w; N9 F; `( G4 V& T$ [$ k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + c4 W0 U: [& A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ S( Q5 e0 v& p9 TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : R& H5 X% I7 y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- p$ Y9 Q" E* U t# `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * x' V% P& X* F: r; ]2 C
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* K; a; `' q: U& a {1 ]+ f# u! E. pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! g' L" ?. {7 f' |
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 h- B' `% D' A" G4 K0 M+ EBut I could have told you, Vincent, . c9 [' D/ _4 c( f7 E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + T4 C/ m# h' }) X( O, v# g
8 ? G; o6 ~3 l/ p, QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- x) o) o/ ~" z* k SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
{8 ~$ J5 }+ V! n& q' WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) M# x a. ]4 vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + Q' S" ~. j" b+ H9 K$ K" ?# k$ ?
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! W/ `4 L X# z# n4 Q) t7 |* s1 LHow you suffered for you sanity,
# L- q$ f q8 d) OHow you tried to set them free, / B, B# S# q: H1 q+ T( Z" H
They would not listen they're not listening still, # _3 j( I% g; L
Perhaps they never will. |
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