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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! Z( ~: [# C% e8 Q4 G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - @" A# \& T: b4 \( A
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 W0 }* `- N* iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - W2 M$ P& v3 v! \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ G3 i9 H- z: R' g+ y( kHow you suffered for you sanity,
! v4 o2 ~0 [, l8 UHow you tried to set them free, 4 }8 M; Q1 c9 Z) J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ j) d5 T+ q, M5 \1 a2 eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : Z8 p9 ~4 p/ E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - }5 f& I1 g% k- C+ q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - E Y! H0 q1 a! E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; l# i4 P: S; v2 S! |9 H/ I
* A& Z" K2 k5 t3 r% @For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 Z2 ^4 j: _5 z1 k0 p4 tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 d8 Z+ x g0 `- H6 B5 r/ XYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # }% x3 a3 k4 C+ {8 T; ?
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 P% H* n/ K5 {4 ^5 K4 A! sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / K" R/ \" f3 \# G* K0 m- N. ~0 `3 E. J
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! }* z" e" c* Z# _& S. r( A+ s: TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- f: [- v) B. p* F' x; BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 O5 o! {, W: W8 A- w" \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 I8 M3 |* G# v9 R; RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% h- q: P# I: K% g0 wHow you suffered for you sanity,5 M' t* N* o: m9 B7 x# V" f8 \
How you tried to set them free, ! ~+ E& `: S0 f D
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 [- U2 V; Z: u( G
Perhaps they never will. |
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