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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( m, D8 P/ z6 T" c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - \; y8 C' L2 o( D. \
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# y* Q1 Q3 K, R ]- ?Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 `6 d, y$ j$ c% M+ Y' t+ d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," E8 A1 U* w, e/ H, e9 V. Y
How you suffered for you sanity, ) Y0 e) L" M; G# |, E
How you tried to set them free, * e& } @7 F/ b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 L- q6 n5 w" o0 P7 F6 V* M; s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * a6 H! ?7 l. \1 x! e, L
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 Q3 o( @6 f4 _ Z. ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : q t% P1 ?( d% k+ a
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & _( m+ E v3 k& U, B7 F3 v
% i1 A' F4 n' e9 dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 \8 Y/ _, i: p9 j% r# n; ?) }! lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 d2 X; u! q. R% R8 I
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 R- s- G/ a7 t! N) B* l
But I could have told you, Vincent, " F/ }0 q# ~1 @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ y( Z0 a- i; A, ]6 EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 i- p9 z( |; u3 TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ g/ Y+ K. z- @4 ^/ ~' Y0 O0 gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , J. r5 V5 x, i. N
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 @! @7 {* c0 HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, - b$ B. D) y) B
How you suffered for you sanity,! J6 I! j( \& a8 j
How you tried to set them free,
, Y- q/ g) L; P# NThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% f P, w; l, |/ i$ |; yPerhaps they never will. |
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