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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 ]% ]1 v- h0 O; f- yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' z. O# d" E8 _1 b$ l# c5 QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& _7 P7 @6 Y$ D/ r7 p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 L0 @9 S. s8 z7 s5 h3 U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 s. f8 D Z N, W6 m& V( |How you suffered for you sanity, 7 t' j' J( u0 T7 _7 C* S$ x$ R. E/ h
How you tried to set them free, 9 y3 e4 G) b( D# c7 D1 a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: s+ J% h" }3 i4 G lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
s7 P% d, ]' W3 @, h2 iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
s' g7 ?4 V1 }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 B' b. V' n6 L. h5 H/ `5 ?
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 ~/ {( v; O+ g* f7 [
$ y: c* C% _' }, SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , Y* l1 P; K/ R) ^ I9 M+ F! Y) T
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( W0 P: \/ e7 m7 ?You took your life as lovers ofter do, " u: \$ B: {! w4 V
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* u0 g, \' a! @. u1 OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, @; o% s: T, ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' k% v; e. m ?9 c5 u$ ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & }3 f& C* f+ c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / I j% g4 {2 M [/ z1 Y M: {/ a
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % _& I# s7 X4 s/ A
How you suffered for you sanity,
% L7 m$ A# V6 G+ p: Q, AHow you tried to set them free, ; \9 W3 J" P; N t
They would not listen they're not listening still, / V1 {, h& [/ A& x# e* f, M3 o |
Perhaps they never will. |
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