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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 H, q- d; j0 ~7 w" U9 S: x! W, kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) f9 J+ V) u8 z- jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- ?6 H9 Y4 n, n+ Q0 g- H9 J% }7 \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , c& n, v" a8 o! T, p* m- \2 n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 M) E' u' [& X8 w5 M8 |9 Q% s% v
How you suffered for you sanity, + o, D# O! ~5 @ m
How you tried to set them free,
) p- W8 }( C0 K8 ^% eThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 ~3 Z7 w, A; ^' q- BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: |6 [: p) q7 ~6 BSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% T ?& J# I) a5 B) l+ k; B" tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / [$ R* ^6 F( n5 {4 o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 [. J' r) R' f* v0 j4 `
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 w$ N8 J; d& L( S5 T: F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; s0 ^) b% B6 \2 ?$ ]* Q4 m
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: W9 i$ |3 Q# U9 QBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 t3 X2 n+ F6 P6 p2 O$ X6 u3 Z% `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ Z! T6 k. i. v4 j' DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ Z, q* k+ m5 j1 a/ q" m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' q4 e: y' D! z$ m$ z) fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* S2 l3 K' \* n3 n4 {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! ^4 v/ b, C- L6 h5 t# b2 ~
" w9 N, j5 O6 Q4 ]4 }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 E4 @* K/ h2 }6 I: H7 Z
How you suffered for you sanity,& Z$ k! R8 K0 [. {
How you tried to set them free, $ v4 B9 w& O5 l( R( g! H5 O
They would not listen they're not listening still,
% A" H, i+ W; xPerhaps they never will. |
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