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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 I5 ]7 I, }8 x: b( V6 l4 FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 {8 J. M) }% G% H2 L& ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( O7 i. [7 A6 u* [. L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 f; s- {) F2 e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 O5 F n. @/ U9 T9 J. [# q. W
How you suffered for you sanity, " D9 ^8 @' `) z/ x$ ^
How you tried to set them free,
0 i" q, b y; c F2 M6 c* {+ aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
\" R0 t, o$ Z1 z& tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) M! w% k4 _: B* y; d1 m9 H, {1 ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # _: H; V0 U/ S; H2 D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 Q, i# C" T" Q+ _" v- EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 G; e! j7 ~$ V0 T7 B
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' m: j) R3 ~& H/ t+ Z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 S* N* y C S' c3 P: n$ u
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 D9 ]! Z8 l2 S: @- @3 U
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& l4 F/ D3 r% [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; @ \3 l8 c* d- _/ lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% l+ Q% e) t9 A$ C; Q0 DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# u$ I. G7 Y% HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 i# D- z/ g5 w- Z2 O. ?+ ?9 CThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : E e5 L* W* ]% u* x4 z- h
/ @9 @2 ~' |: [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ n: m1 b. l' \8 q8 D
How you suffered for you sanity,
' I4 C$ S( ~( F+ v0 Q$ J2 AHow you tried to set them free,
+ q, T. \& U. m0 T( z$ O4 I) QThey would not listen they're not listening still,
! b" _" n9 \' a: a7 ?Perhaps they never will. |
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