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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& Y7 C5 o- y8 M; e/ r9 X' z" A" W8 pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 c" ]4 C+ o7 V1 d$ X8 F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
s- H/ { I: F- J9 g/ h* j/ kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! ]- Q3 u: V* d8 I. Y8 o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 j% Z% e8 H2 s( MHow you suffered for you sanity, ! C3 m* P1 _. {0 G
How you tried to set them free, ! I; ]$ I; `7 _0 I' p! Q$ e$ y- w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " u) g+ c# q8 k0 [% u( V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 s; S* O% G6 U/ KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 E+ W. Q! J8 z$ v& h" I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 q* v9 Q t$ O) P5 p7 Y$ }/ iWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 U& j+ ^1 J( r% UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. S, e+ F3 c# W$ H9 x: ~1 LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 U1 g- i3 ^ ~( H
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - y% Q% p. C8 K+ \* ?' X' |
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ P) s9 V- J# f% w% Y9 n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( I, f' w9 ~5 R. P- w" q! z( {
5 D9 L+ R( k7 D2 xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " r# ^+ O; i. ?: \+ q. j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % n1 n( {' n; @# q4 H3 t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! ?, z3 K" F+ d* R2 n% o9 U5 x/ A/ M
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 @8 [2 f3 \& L( \/ i
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 O0 C( U, {5 a5 P& x
How you suffered for you sanity, {9 I# j. l4 s7 T: z7 Q. f' Q, |6 k
How you tried to set them free,
4 u5 b8 P" _0 k2 OThey would not listen they're not listening still, # i a, d, }# e, A2 a9 o
Perhaps they never will. |
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