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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 A* W* E- m! h. }% S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' q0 F% y b7 {( zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 a7 R, k4 L3 E3 k& _; o5 Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% h% h1 x; p; c$ l4 P5 I5 FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,$ t2 P) G* |, H) T
How you suffered for you sanity, $ V0 v. p, e# k% m) d
How you tried to set them free, ; u+ r$ m0 \4 f! s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% L+ [4 }! x3 Q( _# }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* g( D7 E( k E h% p, bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 T' D5 K5 ]3 N- h' D( m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( X0 K1 }7 s& c$ t- N/ b, dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 k& q% h2 y/ v) }+ d# W" A
1 ?+ j4 @: S0 w" CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 L& i' F2 Y; ?4 j8 q2 w5 ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 g$ Z& X3 T4 m- T: G* I+ t6 k/ A) C
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ W1 c5 _& _! o) v6 KBut I could have told you, Vincent, 1 {" V5 S3 b/ P; \" f: ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ l' k! g5 P$ V: dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ F, U$ M7 G. M* J" C0 ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( [6 _; _( ]8 ~& A8 t* h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 |3 x( Z2 L# P4 k# l- pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 X8 ^2 t- S6 g
/ [5 M7 l$ |5 w* `9 L1 ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 L) ^% |9 [0 Z9 k# A$ c
How you suffered for you sanity,
* L p% P: k' ZHow you tried to set them free, 2 M' f6 i! M. ]2 }/ C5 ~( [, r/ z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ u' E( M; {0 H5 Z; |/ @; _Perhaps they never will. |
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