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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 o! {' S3 F2 y4 O+ T3 @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # @) F% p. |7 Q* H: g# z% Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 ~: D; `3 e6 _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # w) w1 C; ]) K& y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 p; k( Y6 ]6 e8 s4 e
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 k6 ~1 }, T% ?" {6 m# y5 Q) pHow you tried to set them free,
: G! [" F9 E& ]" l9 nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 V; k1 b" S4 H" g" T6 M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . }1 x O$ k0 a' L2 Q+ E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ ]4 z# Y3 o: X8 [/ c. V3 JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& S: A( q9 `1 PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. J( ]4 {( \ j) n3 V8 HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( n3 ^! j& u/ C% ?/ K0 ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , x3 a, E1 I+ a7 S8 S" W
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ V9 K3 x/ S; J+ ?7 ^/ I4 MBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ W; j2 Z/ _; l/ m# o5 |9 {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 S4 P N+ N% r7 E
# S% D8 t7 B6 R' s& p+ I* YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) c. o+ P2 V0 X8 o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 K$ u! K1 z( n, K' N, h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 a5 C4 E' a, F5 V* J( M
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # K9 g2 P& \: E$ y* V
5 m4 r; R7 Z @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 \/ g* F$ U# ?9 tHow you suffered for you sanity,0 p# p8 X8 a$ L$ G d5 Q: `5 a: [
How you tried to set them free, : X% u; l) z, K$ O" z8 |$ i& h
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# E& G; w) j2 w7 E% sPerhaps they never will. |
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