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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' g6 e9 W4 r- ^2 c: H. `" M2 PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " g( O- `& i1 `) @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 t8 M. P' X7 u- w7 x2 tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! @7 M: p4 @+ p$ Z9 p; {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; {- u5 ~- W1 L3 Y% B+ x7 r6 \( J KHow you suffered for you sanity,
}2 ~1 I2 G2 A R% d/ L& }3 aHow you tried to set them free,
# Y8 }, b" w8 {" e9 _, x; R1 g5 B$ z# DThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* n; q. o( Q9 q5 H7 i; P8 R( LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; O. |( H* m6 Y% _6 e4 |8 zSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 o! e1 C& Y* d4 WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" p4 n9 a; [. t$ h- \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - _5 ^0 L% ]+ W d' v
& ~- W. u3 [, B' D2 Y3 x/ GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% ]7 {* y) X( z) rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
v2 w9 [5 t! [, i! XYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 L( G+ `0 [% `7 qBut I could have told you, Vincent,
^/ J3 }/ ]. {4 h" Y- I. \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + G# {3 k+ J2 ]
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / ]2 b6 I7 T$ g1 Q) D Q! N. Y( _/ b6 a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . |6 L$ S* m ~: L' O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 Z& C& Z' f5 ]& w! ]8 v
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * { h4 ~- c; f
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . F' T1 Z( i& B6 v
How you suffered for you sanity,6 } [% J- H! ^5 @& p/ ]) q- K2 n5 L
How you tried to set them free,
! Y. U: v3 k: _+ \( [! `They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 p- z2 k' h6 G9 ~1 `7 w1 {% FPerhaps they never will. |
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