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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 d* Y8 z( d$ X+ n. ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 D0 M3 Z& r1 h% T" ^! g$ wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' S4 J0 T! ]7 Y" Q7 {2 E5 }$ c2 z i) Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 r8 @% u. o$ y1 x, L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- n( C( }+ d/ r' B( V: E5 @" ]
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 Z; A/ ^+ p, \7 r- j& f, u
How you tried to set them free,
( B, e* Y3 q7 b" Z( HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - T! e& Y6 L* @9 H, R \( x; K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " z' r j. i6 N6 |5 @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, w- |. X0 h5 V$ L' ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - Q. W1 |# J* g2 k( i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* |2 c! A6 N9 ^8 }. PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / w' ~6 E$ B# ?, _9 L) y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 e0 u. M' Q* N3 Z' \2 \But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 `, z' y7 y/ I5 p }( E: H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ X# M$ z; }* XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 R# X# v' |+ Y* t2 h) U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 y5 @1 A& f! C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ }9 c7 C% ?. h- D; c, h1 XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 z9 {! m* L% y4 z) _2 p
! ^0 b, B0 f/ ?Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& I( r* J* \. c. }; c: V' |How you suffered for you sanity,
& B! y' Z1 M2 z( o k5 mHow you tried to set them free, ( N L9 ~ e: X+ b% T! ^
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( M$ c9 l9 b& @( ]5 \) `
Perhaps they never will. |
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