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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# t5 Z6 ]7 j. b z0 Q: X8 mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; U! ^7 _0 g" l5 W2 I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 D8 R& k( M0 p. F0 o4 Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 A7 r! q4 U# D& r) O) |0 ]7 ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' S$ g9 S' v l& g' C, R
How you suffered for you sanity,
; K9 o8 u) q) r4 s. K) H, w" ~How you tried to set them free, 7 s: p( Q$ t. v F6 F- I1 p: t7 `' A8 B% u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ E$ ~% k0 s. M) _( B8 X
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 N% V7 g p$ @- J/ YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, ^* ]4 F& Q* P$ fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " v( p2 R% u0 j1 X$ [
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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* C; |! Y. z) |For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% [! F$ `! L) z/ w+ P' \( T8 nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 I6 U+ F% K5 U" a( s. [6 \
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, I& K0 a4 k; `# `But I could have told you, Vincent, ' P, d$ T, @8 a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , a- j7 _# k7 Y: Y/ g
, [( X4 O" [% MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& W, r- d1 q) o5 R. N4 O% }Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " Z3 @7 L! | r f+ Y+ ?: Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 x$ g5 p+ [ _: k( c
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ u1 k+ `4 r8 A+ Q% d
' i( q5 K; c- h4 w- t( |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & X/ b' w$ |$ f: T
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 Z* d* e/ H6 m, B5 _& c! UHow you tried to set them free, 1 x4 s% v# W, U* m: }' ?
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. ^9 f1 ?0 ^. _9 @" ]Perhaps they never will. |
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