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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + E/ w- B2 c1 o) `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * M) k; Y/ r1 L4 O7 a% {7 J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 H* I( r7 `7 ZCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 Y) U4 x$ e. j6 BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. B& u' V3 ^0 z" a m0 S; XHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 i; y9 ~' T! S
How you tried to set them free,
: H2 g0 M4 x& {. T* \, uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" p+ E% k- F. X3 Q. }; P4 q r8 nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ I: z ^. r4 e: xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + l: ^3 [# P4 o/ ^/ {* V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " l9 C7 G& v9 t: b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! C' L# e5 N7 ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 F& I/ D8 a9 G, T7 R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; }8 M1 d5 p+ g8 O6 o- J* |, ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : o. m' C; ~, x- l/ b1 o
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' R% {0 m3 S' {4 ]7 k0 a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 p$ C- P" ]' U4 g) ]1 @* l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 }$ s3 A0 t! i3 r$ ^2 iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ L) Y$ \# c/ b' y/ S" MThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ l# h! X8 c1 @/ x0 V2 j1 gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 w7 A6 i3 u! \4 f/ w W2 o
How you suffered for you sanity,0 y: P, N- @! G/ D
How you tried to set them free,
7 r& w) p+ | g. ^- ~6 d; l& {3 }- IThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 k" ~1 R% X: S% ?/ k: H6 e H( ]5 gPerhaps they never will. |
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