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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , Q6 F `* \( u! O
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 w2 S$ m2 d8 _$ T$ [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 e9 d) v* p; Y6 }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& h7 L8 S' v/ x/ F: HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 Z1 i& z$ E2 F, a9 QHow you suffered for you sanity, ! \$ B6 d% R/ p& s, O4 b H
How you tried to set them free, , e& U# X( e& X& w- T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 s: M: Z! R7 C& R# h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " w3 I- A5 }, U) f O: L/ E* N
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : a5 `" Q9 G+ c$ G& K; t6 o% Y2 J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. X; g A* ?; O# y" cWeathered 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,
: L4 [3 Z# T: Z$ W$ [/ ~5 zAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! Y% }/ [5 N% W8 s5 A* m
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & P$ R% {8 e8 ?: A
But I could have told you, Vincent, / M3 t a; T" q2 Q$ G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + Z/ ]1 c7 S- a/ e
4 m- J* G4 a* P; L3 E& CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# q% x. I/ {2 b; eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 I$ ]: ]) M* a% J" ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ B" {5 U& M* b5 D- o/ u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * D2 F6 P4 h3 W0 q2 W& L+ s
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 J; w1 [8 T' Y) r* ?How you suffered for you sanity,
1 z* ]6 A' ?# j6 W* EHow you tried to set them free,
2 i" D3 O" T) F* \8 z: O* W0 @They would not listen they're not listening still,
; m# P) r+ z( l2 ^7 ]Perhaps they never will. |
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