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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, q2 J+ w% `" z, x( h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% v* L( W/ r, e( mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 S, {! B$ A! Z+ c0 |" \ p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; F; ?( V" W; i8 Q2 m9 y2 q" ~Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 k) @+ {5 y6 s4 d1 \How you suffered for you sanity,
% L# [& ^; L' X; L1 Z- {How you tried to set them free, 7 P+ z! |2 H; \; W; j8 e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 B3 {) L0 O: M: M8 g1 E) U
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " ^; }/ E4 r' a% ?- Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 I8 O$ @5 G0 ]: z# I3 ?: o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * D0 S8 O- Y# q! l. U( d
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ {# ^+ G. ~* p! [5 p* P& Y
w* u; w+ M% e) Z2 |8 u0 n% cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& w" @& F" t! ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
I! q8 \7 y# cYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ ~7 m" ~( j) z4 H8 yBut I could have told you, Vincent, ! b) L( \1 N$ ]- q0 q5 Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % q2 V; I4 [. |1 C. b8 S
8 J( I7 K" l9 _. lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 E0 a7 C2 `, P1 u* \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( u6 L, j+ n: R3 T- ~, m# D: T/ JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 h2 I- r$ c$ `* ?4 kThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / O; o. K( q! S* E/ k6 i) Z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 M2 s3 ^4 Q7 d' W+ }- \- ~How you suffered for you sanity,
) i3 B7 r5 q) ^$ R6 m h" m+ a2 {How you tried to set them free, 2 a. ]/ m& n7 h) p7 `, u/ X
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& L7 w; |! ]: @: j; ~Perhaps they never will. |
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