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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) L. f+ ~3 L5 ^. A6 O
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 W- m$ c; [6 O/ E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ u0 L/ H2 k# |3 E( |: E9 H, _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % S% \0 ~, e' Z: w {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 r9 v7 Y/ X) q& L4 {, ]
How you suffered for you sanity, , p/ K* ]3 ?- W, B' }% b9 x
How you tried to set them free,
3 m+ j3 n$ e% [9 T% W8 }They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" `0 @, P( E* y- P5 zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 y W- K* A/ y7 w( k7 xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 n4 w% `2 |- EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. g9 @# C+ G- |8 jWeathered 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, " R _/ d& ?1 f: \) P+ I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 j3 H- r" Z$ X1 b
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 n; c" ]% }/ t( a
But I could have told you, Vincent, " K% H% d1 W4 `5 M# |$ D$ w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ?( W: k2 t& v
1 x& Q) n, p2 n3 v5 s& j" m8 kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, u4 E6 c3 }5 ]
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. R2 X7 {1 V) q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " Y. q# ?0 g1 Q6 q& E6 } w
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ |, G% F/ s! v( `: L0 qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: ?. U" g! L( i( VHow you suffered for you sanity,* t% D1 g, H) w
How you tried to set them free,
9 V6 y5 y' ^& q( G. bThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) |/ |* e2 f/ o9 ]Perhaps they never will. |
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