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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ @; q; s. o* e7 Q9 M2 YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# p N$ C, T: t$ C" H5 ]1 H+ `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 j( g# D: x! i
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & K Y' c8 ^6 h. f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) P1 Z- K% U2 FHow you suffered for you sanity,
% t4 E* H5 O% w5 ZHow you tried to set them free,
8 n- f$ ^' u, w R/ eThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 T' f$ q$ H: o& g9 G6 x7 R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % B1 L! E" j: ^' X4 }" u/ V0 b1 m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ H4 u! S, e; c) y' L' cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 f1 M7 h% _$ D( U0 g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" q9 o3 r( J. K5 [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 h, `' t; H& P6 i$ h. u+ x% i- rYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 c c7 P0 @6 F0 u. U% J B, X% uBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- o- ^5 V7 O, X& H3 \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 h! g8 r. R. A6 z
& f' w& p# W2 k- ~8 ]* \4 R; s5 RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , n+ V5 c; \% ^& k" [3 x0 p3 M' {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ D4 I+ l. d. _/ L( I) V. R+ qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( g8 N& _6 R2 `; M: B) Z# ^
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, $ s; I4 Y, b! C0 y' N
How you suffered for you sanity,
* i9 u Y4 S5 t; P/ rHow you tried to set them free, $ {% o' ^. t2 o) A; @
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* X6 ~7 B- J, j0 lPerhaps they never will. |
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