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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # t4 V8 U* A! r' W0 _: B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, S9 T+ n* _! b8 E- R2 O2 S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 X* ^6 L7 m& n( k" A4 f, [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: G& w. ~& H9 z" {) f! ?0 b* Y$ pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ ~! ~! x; m0 a8 e# ]6 u" e' \How you suffered for you sanity, $ G# g" M/ _7 B( W( b
How you tried to set them free, . {4 _ ]( ^* q X8 t) h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 @ o6 g0 }# F, k) R2 T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . Q, n* r. E' g' W7 w9 G% y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 q3 A5 M. r+ s" u* J) V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 d2 z6 z* j7 M' n0 \" BWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 S- [) X1 e5 a& @& g/ I: O) \
/ O# k; ?& S; _+ yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! w, ]$ @; I) q+ I4 }6 i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 s2 Z4 ~# G& c: |) H
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 a, }" U3 E+ l6 z. S' C, {% R
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. I4 [+ |9 W! ^2 B% A( SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 Y7 }9 f: i6 c" R* F: Y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 l$ e0 D! N& \9 ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ A( G5 m# c+ Q- ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ G0 A; ]. T+ B& k* dThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# `5 t' X- x/ \# v' I6 h/ zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 v; O. l) c0 t+ S o% C
How you suffered for you sanity,
; I9 i0 z% w0 S( v' \9 ?7 LHow you tried to set them free,
) [+ K6 N, ^1 `$ ?# |They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 b, f2 H% e$ A' I. ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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