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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ Y& ~: f( `. q9 o7 ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 Q3 h5 h2 \. P* T2 Q% Q) T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: v6 e9 i* y% h" e+ RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 J: s6 l$ z& ^9 Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ B& p1 K# c7 u( T* |, b6 UHow you suffered for you sanity, & o; I U# u4 t {* |4 @
How you tried to set them free, Y5 @ c' A6 |$ _ u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 N' {: ~+ ]0 cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' p0 g# e' w/ r. w" ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* Z1 I. w' R9 cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 @% @$ M4 Z' F6 PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 T. G+ F( L5 S. VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 f' }* T" H' w9 T3 M6 m# U' ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' i" t' z5 C/ x) [$ \
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 }0 I- V- ?: |8 Y" \9 x+ a7 J2 q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% H; R* @ x; @' mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 W* c0 Q9 @1 R- f5 K. |9 ?$ i
. K N# h) ^) T/ B2 h, LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + d# _$ E `" k2 N' O' m: m$ m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 X& X' @! T% H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 J( L1 U3 M+ H4 S# O0 Q7 G( |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / E4 X) |, |& c: @5 e
How you suffered for you sanity,
: b, I9 R6 t% \& Z& t5 cHow you tried to set them free,
' r4 o# D5 A1 K6 c6 J2 k( O# e4 {They would not listen they're not listening still,
: X6 d& U; R" A0 f) \/ j5 UPerhaps they never will. |
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