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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 a+ Y' ^' B n8 X [1 E$ ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 S. v$ p A. l: [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ Y1 Y f! }! w, d8 cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* \" L# {( @% K3 |. dNow I understand what you tried to say to me,0 _5 v7 b. k. V5 i1 I5 j" b
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 ^4 b+ t1 S- j2 S+ ^
How you tried to set them free,
7 k4 _* U! D2 h( kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 J2 _% j" o" D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 x, Q! r1 ^- N3 w7 M, `5 ~. cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, w& P/ O+ j& m& s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 m/ v8 ~2 t2 E- f. }7 |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ _5 ^* b+ T6 x O* V" q
$ K1 Q1 w6 {' G- B3 FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ u6 b& B: c3 V: x; M, z+ cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) x# a$ |: a* b% b! a" J" ]6 EYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' L( D/ [( O' J# j, @5 bBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. b5 q" C1 A, Y2 J; |% t" SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* D, D3 y; u: \3 CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # O* T$ n, x! h& [+ J& _1 N8 J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 p& q* K! ~8 y6 o" E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ l$ p# Y; k, dThe 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, / i4 Y2 z! R7 v& F' I3 F1 M. B
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 z8 ~$ ~0 `# Q$ k0 ^2 R" E1 M8 MHow you tried to set them free,
* P! }# F. R% x; O4 O1 UThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; y3 F+ W$ N9 S# p( n
Perhaps they never will. |
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