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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( W" n$ k* H* u. u" BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 D% Y! C% R' } C+ cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- e( v2 [. Y/ p, UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! [4 L7 x/ ]/ O U* }2 ^1 fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,. U* c+ M8 c* b8 _5 q. v6 }0 F2 D
How you suffered for you sanity, : N7 S/ S. t6 y3 g6 L" D" O4 Z& j* \
How you tried to set them free,
9 j8 z0 ]# P2 ]7 f: a2 h4 `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 ?5 q' T9 ?) [5 C% P. _- r! v. HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 Z' ?3 H0 |- W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 o# S6 Y8 l$ }* h+ H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 g6 U6 K$ w x$ P
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,
6 o; A7 p: l e; E2 P/ Q) OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ a% j6 v1 M) lYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 Z. \! n! `' y8 p) Z# ?2 Z
But I could have told you, Vincent, . p9 |- q) u; m4 \% l
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) o. k$ ^" `8 c( _& \
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 o8 K% \' D" L) F1 T; y5 e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . I6 Y/ s3 Q+ l+ q3 [5 N, @4 } @; V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 q& O* z* X4 A8 K( j3 }" g z, I' _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + K4 B' h* g- v4 m ~3 }0 ?
8 q; L' B! V8 nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 g8 f5 R+ R& ~6 y9 T' c
How you suffered for you sanity,
U5 Y0 F1 t5 N2 |9 B: ~How you tried to set them free, 0 X6 {5 [% |& I/ E
They would not listen they're not listening still, . Q1 w( b; b0 ~* b, t4 c$ w! l
Perhaps they never will. |
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