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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( I2 J: M: U0 {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 H0 n0 Z* A+ h; FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
g1 I w$ S; W. x: @/ d3 V% W# D! `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 v$ \" X8 u0 t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& ^0 U3 R T3 M
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 V; t+ J& \8 Y, N! [
How you tried to set them free,
5 \* H6 F( _) k* e3 mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- w; F- w$ ]2 ^" @& QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : W0 q4 y- [6 E) M; M3 x8 h2 N& \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! U v( Q- Y' C1 k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; U& p3 S# z' |. QWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' ^: b1 C. g' \9 B7 T+ d9 m) PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # S) y6 V6 ~# r2 o }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % `2 H0 p" y1 n; j* ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' I7 k. C) t# P) q( B& [But I could have told you, Vincent, ' N7 v5 G1 s" ~, k; T- E b) S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 N& H) c5 `6 O
% G' E a4 {( p( iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 |+ N& ~8 B* u" O1 u3 j8 xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % W0 q8 z3 _( ?- D+ r/ ~* c- Y9 |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # h9 I, L5 |* _7 |2 c5 n. n
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, " c% E0 l# T- n1 s
How you suffered for you sanity,! Y* H5 R0 h& e a, U! E- Z: W) v
How you tried to set them free,
1 Q3 }- @/ w0 I1 U2 Q6 JThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 n. b$ k7 e. S" aPerhaps they never will. |
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