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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( l4 G+ w5 c8 {3 r; b$ i0 N+ d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + K5 W$ g9 _0 y% q" m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, n# w+ T& i0 @0 q1 V7 E, }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. l8 D2 x" E% DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ U6 s7 w0 R/ j* w/ B I; ^+ R7 ]How you suffered for you sanity,
* h* y3 f3 `( D1 ~! lHow you tried to set them free,
! }# L4 a w5 O* K; FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 x! t6 E6 X& e' N. ~3 X
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 P1 s; J8 }- GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % Y/ ~' }( r2 f/ o' X2 g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( d3 Y }6 L9 _/ P% s7 kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 Y8 C: s8 j8 w( t) W) A+ v5 g% J% m4 O
, S3 |; A' H/ ~% g: z! rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 s9 {4 ~3 U7 g6 P- y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - e5 V( r1 `$ M- c
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 \2 }5 J w: g' P" R+ w
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% R5 Z6 ]5 H5 R% O8 x$ rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) I' Y* M: r4 GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 C0 R- }! C+ e: N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 V7 i: ]4 @4 |/ D, ]; ^3 U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 `5 K7 m# N" x+ ~4 K) C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' x3 P8 q3 D* k5 t& o) p& m) C" |
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" L' f( q6 A2 Q2 C4 H& mHow you suffered for you sanity,4 C# ^9 w& V- {; f5 ?
How you tried to set them free,
9 v) s( I/ o7 F6 q$ {" DThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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