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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 V4 z$ _: U: A T+ o- X. E' BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 R, C' e" n7 H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 F- r1 _% a: [3 q0 Z3 h) Q$ p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - u/ P- N$ Q7 x7 L4 k* _- f# w1 Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' w# K! y$ h9 Q/ W
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 Z+ N5 w7 v8 F, Q7 \$ t1 f/ L
How you tried to set them free,
) u( d$ b% `$ I' ?- MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. P& ` }" @7 y5 d; ]Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - _: T6 m+ t9 r' l9 G6 h8 N
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ T" I* G- U6 w" W" Y9 cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& M7 P m. e) L: U3 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,
+ t! f G7 }( G/ ?& \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 F. H2 z& M- Y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; k; P% `9 A+ t2 a2 C8 }9 Y x
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 b/ d4 K: \* x N, jThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ Y% @# J, _7 B3 t1 I" q5 i6 JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 }! \( r9 Z4 E6 H6 B3 m n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & J: v0 u4 e9 i8 ?" [% w; @% P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
z7 S- O* j1 r" I# \/ ?7 tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) I; F4 p( a$ w3 _
9 B- ^8 W% S# g; L9 a# aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! ^6 z" ]) C& mHow you suffered for you sanity,
, k A$ }0 H6 tHow you tried to set them free,
, Q- M) |# N' y3 hThey would not listen they're not listening still, - w# G# B4 P. q* p
Perhaps they never will. |
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