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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ w: b6 N- O1 R( U0 f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% W% s+ Q# y7 wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: I: Y% X. K) {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : V. t# I/ r, n, k+ @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) C [* {+ M7 E8 y
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 H$ e+ w* m! r/ J: E: Y: J+ k7 u' R
How you tried to set them free, ' ~- d W; e! v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% |) s5 X' ^( k; | H- g9 B# YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 p8 }. F. B. k% e: @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ R! a* e# p% {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ p& `0 {+ Z+ N: s
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,
3 i+ ~. q$ ?. K% |5 P& U2 aAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 O' W9 `6 g2 ~! ~, x/ sYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" r: F# E; L8 Z9 {4 g3 L8 m0 }But I could have told you, Vincent, $ d; g$ A- d i- `+ x `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - N* O: q; r z2 H: k* l. y
( O* w, M# |0 K bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , T+ W9 s. E X& u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- M1 y" T3 d% F% M1 F, Q m, S- PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 S+ Y1 A# e( Z5 J; f c2 S, E& nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" P5 `; r( g7 t1 ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 O1 N+ Z5 e, L6 ]How you suffered for you sanity,7 [4 c, k6 Y7 I+ C2 {
How you tried to set them free,
. A( C' q$ `) H6 z( |7 B! VThey would not listen they're not listening still, 3 \) _: f/ G. C- [* P6 F) \
Perhaps they never will. |
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