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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& ^7 ~, c# c% O/ bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / p$ d. E2 m0 q l! j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 ]. |) V- g0 k: B9 E4 Y8 xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 W4 m3 k1 _3 ?+ U+ s/ x. k0 {" JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 B9 y8 b5 P" A! Z* ZHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 w' ~4 T. s9 R( \, s# V& p! U+ D
How you tried to set them free,
8 h# i5 D4 n& UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 f- s$ [ ^9 W0 q$ {. eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & D: U( q# \6 Q( X& @; ?% H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / g: i& Q( _0 p6 A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " G- N0 p" W9 ^( g, n* g- ~. ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' l9 x1 t( W4 A# r. |For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& o/ z- A& [* @: {! L) M' wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " k( m- P+ c% ^% [/ t
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# ^& z, J+ P) LBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: M$ v4 u7 J' E; s! rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) s, F( \+ i/ }- S8 [: _: KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- K7 G* j& N' O+ I7 r N/ WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" ]4 \ k8 {2 } g! sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 z4 B3 B9 J: u7 R3 g& Y. `1 u
# x3 J2 E+ Y! d! Y! O- h5 h# ?Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' p5 R8 m5 E$ B+ xHow you suffered for you sanity,
, N! X6 X7 |/ bHow you tried to set them free, 8 c/ E+ s9 ~& i2 y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ x7 I9 g- O/ Y0 xPerhaps they never will. |
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