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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ M, S& k: ]* y. D6 aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 r, B% f8 N/ W1 M6 v7 p" sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ Y5 t$ E& ^9 w- ?Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 X0 s, u( x7 C1 K" L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ i8 j6 {4 Q3 Q+ L6 Z3 lHow you suffered for you sanity, . c7 A. V) z& T+ P- Q" K) d
How you tried to set them free, ! x6 ?8 }' ?3 h# z+ w. |: I5 j. ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : I$ s0 r0 ^' N& c6 u# f8 F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & E9 i! o9 h' D/ Z; n0 M# M5 e, X6 j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 U$ w/ u6 E1 H5 \' [( L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : I, x( A+ J& r5 s) z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 X) x2 K9 \+ E- D1 L
/ c; E0 g" T. i6 Y0 _; U- ^: t! A% ]! sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * `, o. i' v C" u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- X" R: n0 [7 G1 r! vYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; K0 L4 A; m3 k K, A6 F. ?. w! JBut I could have told you, Vincent, , x+ \0 G; L2 _5 l" n4 l0 o; Z3 i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ W3 x& r( F0 Q4 p
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( b) ^2 L ]8 s5 |3 mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - ~' D }" M5 C+ n% X$ s6 y) `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) v( l2 C/ |& B5 D, M! u% OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 H6 t( j' v4 l0 F. m; r7 w2 h0 V
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 |8 i, }: X' c! j- y# W
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ ?+ {/ Z+ K# s! j3 y: sHow you tried to set them free,
0 v/ I2 a) u( A' s6 I/ m8 iThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 S( F& B l3 R
Perhaps they never will. |
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