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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( o6 P% s! f- r/ Q- `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, R8 {3 h& X4 ^/ r% L r' c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, S" q2 n% m. B, W E+ ?( N' _
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! [7 `2 ^. V$ V9 T7 j) G$ @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; S; J- H7 _2 I' u6 g, r: BHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ w4 Q- | ?/ K1 KHow you tried to set them free, - t! j2 Q/ g! t% H. e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 J. S, N- k; s5 s, BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 G# \" m- j. w+ p2 w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 H/ M, y' [1 S6 j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; W* w. {; a* i1 F$ r B. J
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 K6 q- l# L$ z2 e, X+ B4 vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # A* H& B I- c& ?% w- v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / X; u8 x2 r! T7 y& L4 w) Z' K" f$ r
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . s1 r& d) Q; W3 M& _
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- e r$ Z: p6 U4 f$ CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & ]# `+ j3 o0 y7 }; k
. b5 W6 E) H7 I3 l6 M$ Y3 G- B' }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 t; y7 f9 [# `0 J6 D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( U! F- j! { Y& e5 N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" U6 [2 o8 W) h) z! c% }. P: WThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . T; ^- O" o! {0 o1 F* k6 [6 i* B! s
' w( P& {( o) N- u' ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! E! n( {2 q: G+ j& ]
How you suffered for you sanity,/ f& C+ j: P3 P. \9 ^) ~- A" S) z
How you tried to set them free, ( Q* A$ ]( C; _+ o( L
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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