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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - p6 S9 U6 m5 g! T/ C" d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% [+ n) U& \6 N( f3 o3 E2 kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: P9 F) v4 W6 N$ y4 C) z1 T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# u% N- P; @0 J' D3 u' a& ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 W; T$ t) y) {2 T3 v- R$ `- a8 |How you suffered for you sanity, 5 y8 M$ r4 g3 @6 h
How you tried to set them free,
5 `8 K! Y2 Y* t3 q' ~' mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# d+ c5 N7 x$ ]! _ b; E. HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; Z2 G9 V; |5 }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, e! U! F& [! d, {8 }4 I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ R9 W' | k5 k( cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 y' `( O: V6 {& j" bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 i3 g3 S# u9 t" _8 J5 _. HYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 y d; e& D5 I* Y) _6 ^# ^6 dBut I could have told you, Vincent, 1 D9 B B1 K; A% f" M/ s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 S; _0 Z- M2 K0 l R! G7 c
# L/ i# M' J! u% XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ k. N; {- R2 y5 MFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: n0 A! W4 ^- ?# F2 t0 cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; \% U) z* s% N+ w: ^5 C% t
The 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, 1 h! Z+ h- f \# G/ K1 t
How you suffered for you sanity,$ e% l6 B$ N- m O) D
How you tried to set them free,
& U3 ? Y D; ?& o# Z5 s/ u( O WThey would not listen they're not listening still,
+ H; [! M/ ~. H* ~7 l+ XPerhaps they never will. |
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