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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 Q9 Y8 @+ F/ ]" `# m4 oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! Y. }. h& f J; y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& p) u g, h4 K8 l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , `* H8 C1 ^4 B& }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 r. c1 U4 g* t6 O( r/ p# g/ ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
! F% L: u" c0 y# I2 S* }+ ?0 KHow you tried to set them free,
4 k$ _. Y) |0 T0 }9 ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 [9 r$ y3 J2 j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) v2 ^9 v" f) k) `3 ^" jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, Y$ V/ L. q( g4 a7 t9 a% D& R( J1 Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % Z* I/ p: y/ B8 M; N1 k
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % h; P1 [! U% B
" V' p j* w# G1 }0 |6 rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . i3 `5 {% p! w* n7 h( W- z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 t+ E) E2 |/ y* ^You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 W/ N; f0 p1 u# h, R& B- r/ rBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 b3 [6 q1 P. N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / h( f; U, C. J& R' D, V. t% W
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) h% q# s7 [7 P' c* V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ v# c- q( U: p% |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - ^/ E }" b) R3 b0 u" ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , [9 O5 ]0 z2 q" q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + c& o& |" C/ c2 ^, I
How you suffered for you sanity," C: K% _4 v5 O$ q" W7 W( K
How you tried to set them free, 0 [3 Z: P' h$ \2 r
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" H; G* L1 ]5 O+ B7 QPerhaps they never will. |
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