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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; P* o7 _( @/ q1 R1 U) E, c2 P$ hLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) ]! e; H& y; q8 BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* R$ r9 {- \! Z" C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 t6 h0 f3 _6 U" x1 H( `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: {/ n- A+ n3 ]: V2 H
How you suffered for you sanity, ( M; j# u5 B* a9 U: y- `8 o
How you tried to set them free, # ?7 l. f8 E! d7 O' ]9 w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , J3 k' j: j$ _3 v) ]- X1 w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * x2 h3 c6 I7 p4 S! |- ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # ~ A5 @3 ~+ e+ U: }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 W m: `( c3 V# d7 O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( ?. B: X5 Y$ ^2 vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( E: o1 P0 K) p( H5 XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# H; Z# y( e0 w9 }& [, y% p9 F! qYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% C" _4 w5 y0 tBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 U) O! n' i/ U+ U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 a" Q- e% ]! i* d
# H/ J& f7 c, m/ J/ OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* |8 G$ o- c+ j) YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; W% K9 F; D0 } ?2 X0 _1 h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) K" }" l0 r1 w6 b3 ^/ G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( C* x5 J' Y; r9 V+ o7 pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 N/ ?7 ~ S6 j. b' \ j
How you suffered for you sanity,; i( D6 i+ `+ @/ {, y
How you tried to set them free,
! n. H! ] o, s. VThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" k: N" H% f) C7 h# B" b* GPerhaps they never will. |
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