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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ f$ `1 R1 ?2 LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! N i! C7 l4 j% P1 k wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," n9 z* D8 g; z3 l. T6 E" G; J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ O, v, \! [4 i7 S/ p- P$ U: G+ f" [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( t9 ]6 [+ W6 {- w* dHow you suffered for you sanity,
- o, z c) Q* g( mHow you tried to set them free, & v- a; C: \) n, {. G r* J O8 f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 \ d& y! ~# _, X1 J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ ^( p" x5 S8 fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& m( F: Z& S$ SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " B+ V3 C' R' a+ l9 k6 J+ d
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # X( |& i& {1 ?3 e- q* t$ B
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * A3 u6 h8 ?3 @7 ]" Z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * @' N% H p v# e
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + d0 i, |! Q4 s Y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: w y5 R5 c) n: MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . G5 |" P' ^3 X9 C9 w, n
1 y* W0 E- a; z8 H2 xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
b9 P1 L1 x9 o: A P9 d6 D& rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / O- [6 ?5 z- T: T% v. l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 d' M7 F7 k1 E1 a( UThe 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, * X2 B; o8 c0 }, B7 N
How you suffered for you sanity,
! Q& A2 |9 p0 ^7 ]How you tried to set them free, # o0 N- `1 N0 n7 s5 o d/ _+ Q& v. K
They would not listen they're not listening still, + w. L8 \1 N6 ~2 h$ _3 k& e2 W
Perhaps they never will. |
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