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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 e% z g/ }" X' r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- D9 s- Y2 P1 }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 s* N/ |6 P) g" ?: S7 F' f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 Z6 `) J, q2 q3 e B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," l* a$ h( x- g* l, v+ ~
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 R1 M& o7 _, U" q+ v
How you tried to set them free, 6 P8 s* f6 q4 D% O2 p7 K0 p# c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " U' d6 T+ \" m, {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# j& d% d# b1 R: s- KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : E" G2 J) s" @3 h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 M' W+ i8 y# [7 Y: [, {Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 q! d7 w' ~; P; i. u3 j
\" Y( t+ S* U" X# N, Y9 w& |$ dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 j: x- n* h# _* PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! g& ]# W$ b$ @# W3 M9 ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( y0 Q" w3 R* Y/ m8 I! r! Q2 [5 q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! W S+ f5 B' `- Z( BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 c# ` h, _1 N; y- @% k8 ]% ~
" \7 k, o* G. V b1 lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. q1 E6 o" W2 B' f6 z% B3 }; `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; i3 c% x9 g* z5 K; GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( w6 C$ x( g/ b- D) d! eThe 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,
) e0 E( N* f7 V- G4 |* |How you suffered for you sanity,% t1 I2 h! d; l
How you tried to set them free, 0 E( J9 y6 Y5 Q0 @" N! u
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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