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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " R+ ^( m) t+ M3 a, c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( ]' S( i- g6 J0 n5 i7 X$ ?- i8 r0 TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ k0 g/ o' |! |) F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 p0 A4 u) }" z. C$ `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ ~# T9 Z, F6 ]/ g* M. s
How you suffered for you sanity,
( i1 ~3 s+ R& @: B0 LHow you tried to set them free, 7 O" W4 E. [ N& |. B1 K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # A6 i; V8 W9 Z' ~ o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 }& X) J5 d4 Z. F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + s- ~# a( W; A3 y% h% l! }6 X$ }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + s) Q9 N' _ i, p& I" k
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + _- a/ U9 d q) \8 [
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 a8 E% s' Y2 M. t, ~6 q" n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" y& N9 q9 A8 A3 nYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% ?, `1 J k, a; w8 k% J: I( jBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 ^7 D0 G: ?' t: j% m3 ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. F) O% I8 k- q6 J1 z7 G M K
# A$ N0 i; v, K9 ]1 @, YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 n7 f' E/ r, A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: l V T. V+ nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! ^+ h- J4 z$ V! D( l
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,
& o4 e/ F* _; i: k+ M* |9 HHow you suffered for you sanity,) t7 S) `2 O- Y3 S
How you tried to set them free,
# j2 X2 j& J) Z6 E) F% Y' u$ ~They would not listen they're not listening still,
, f+ o- k5 M. A }' ?8 u+ A1 EPerhaps they never will. |
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