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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 N/ k0 z+ k. \% W {( ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 h1 }7 [5 d; r' B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 y7 |4 q* w7 ?7 j" kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 o! v& g4 W. i2 F1 y4 ^6 s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 ]8 V/ S4 K) S/ `' W
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ c8 @8 a/ r+ b8 A7 gHow you tried to set them free, $ a" m# D7 Q) }( ]2 S9 n+ b6 r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % {2 f8 b6 }' N s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * O8 X w/ r. B& U7 O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ h4 [; s d- r2 e) jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) v7 r+ X: o6 q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 |5 u5 Q" a* u6 p( M
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 ~/ C3 l, |. b% K" f( e+ qAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ \ Z0 {* C) r2 b% Y2 G- h
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - t o2 t6 E; n; W
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 r% D8 B0 Q0 M! ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ U+ T h4 g5 U( C* y+ Q( X
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * ]+ |$ C6 U0 u! p3 Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ F) z3 ~7 N6 W/ zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 w# E: h$ x3 q6 i1 sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + r# G& s) p Y2 G: Q" k+ ~
6 u* Y' G4 w- p e5 n$ N6 }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- C0 t2 R. h1 q" J$ B6 \* YHow you suffered for you sanity,
! x! x3 ]" g9 @- t* r' Y8 hHow you tried to set them free,
/ B2 V2 X( @. \% o5 C: w9 SThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) Y& V# B2 B' u. B
Perhaps they never will. |
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