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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! n( I. t) I/ G( @' T! Y+ ^" OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( { E4 U, F2 G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; B0 T. I& W& u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 [" k$ d% x* p; w% G9 yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% d0 h0 D" d9 S6 q1 B" ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 y( s8 I. T( L+ ~How you tried to set them free,
5 s, O) ?7 [9 @+ h) ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 F& [# k! {$ \+ eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 k) F" L1 e' y1 h4 P, V9 [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ s/ u7 n; I9 b$ O! NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
Z- ^( O0 E2 E) S) t# C$ E- oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # ]/ R- f( E6 I( o! x
4 t$ V- m e8 LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : p5 `& b7 U/ U p: T& H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & [. \0 N& `/ }0 ?% U
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 d' _- F8 N! u5 i8 O
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* ?, f+ ?( q5 I0 H# ~% @4 NThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * {; k% _7 ^4 [
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 ]7 O$ d: R& e. j' P+ N/ Q$ JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" ?+ N+ Z2 m( bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 |9 v2 s- M* XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) J* W3 r# o {/ D- ?/ ^! P( vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! v9 ~ K; h1 M
How you suffered for you sanity,
' h+ L. ~0 e5 L" x1 m1 q, MHow you tried to set them free, # H! n a N+ U" T
They would not listen they're not listening still, + `$ q g/ t* Y# c7 }4 Q% ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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