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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) F+ ?, A' E2 _% h6 U$ w4 h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . j1 ^0 L8 y( P3 u- i) F1 R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 n& B0 S- J2 n: O3 e' s. A. FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : m Q% N/ H: }" ~: v! Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
w% j' w; z" y- ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
! i1 M% \2 {" L) N; Q j7 M9 Z/ ]6 CHow you tried to set them free,
1 S6 ~& g3 t! z& T, UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; l: R7 R4 B; I+ {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ ]% v( E0 N' r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' V, L, W: N( ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # X" `2 c+ H1 d9 M1 W
Weathered 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,
* x- t9 C8 f' Z: E+ j _) CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & a: o6 O7 \9 j, l7 m% m3 G$ D
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 y3 g/ G0 `& ~But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 {0 t. f6 G" G, H2 ]! O# K. ~: u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , O& W/ ~( b/ g/ P$ W# y2 E2 N% |
% `" M6 O+ ^0 i. u( x3 e3 pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - v7 j! q: Y0 i4 A& \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. x* f- ]% b6 t: {7 M
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) Q7 `" T# E6 ]5 N+ C0 }The 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,
% `1 N! N3 p7 vHow you suffered for you sanity,
& _9 T2 m* _" e* V0 YHow you tried to set them free,
' B2 A' E2 A3 y+ z; i9 [0 Z+ `They would not listen they're not listening still,
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