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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( `# Y9 N2 t Q# T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 W/ D/ h( }* a( E y: l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ N4 T+ u# I/ ]! k* E) ?0 a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' I+ u! l" F7 J" Z0 x6 d h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
s5 `6 A6 o6 B: X+ C& ]1 o# @2 nHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 {5 v( n8 ^, K& Y% G" @) NHow you tried to set them free, . ~ e/ Y, @+ H
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 H" S7 [) P/ }0 N" J$ a8 m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 X6 i: ~2 W- l7 V" A, d7 B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 F8 j r/ I/ R) E2 p$ eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ h. q. p- U' u# C7 ?Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' x$ r, L9 I6 i# |. ^9 AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! H7 c& V$ `3 ` I# ^9 }$ L- AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * O6 j6 r2 {" H' y, v
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* _( ?; A: ]$ z) }! a) j$ N3 _But I could have told you, Vincent,
* C0 F) U4 D/ e: t3 w# p/ |( `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , C/ h" e" f1 f/ W g! Q. I# @
( y' v% U" e4 y3 }" lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * q7 A4 [8 c H9 d6 i& z7 n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ]: B6 |1 t0 h6 g+ H* l7 F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- i7 }1 w/ ~0 l( a) ?5 CThe 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, ; _; E) R$ z' Z- Z$ \( O* Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 ^. f |& j2 b5 ZHow you tried to set them free,
- ~' g$ @! Z8 v6 b2 UThey would not listen they're not listening still, A+ C5 r2 r |* H Y6 b
Perhaps they never will. |
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