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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. c% U* ?; j. V) B4 wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) A: A$ }( N. b2 Y% P1 ], yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) g3 P/ a& B/ ~3 v. {, O: `+ r+ H
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 U) V* K4 @1 I; @4 W3 t$ pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,* i, ^# [" s8 C. I& i
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 ^' u8 E! r/ d$ ?2 t5 Z. mHow you tried to set them free, 2 V- K' s$ y7 e8 }! s( G9 u- Q1 u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 m N! ~& ^5 m" u! H% VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" J& R5 s* x) x$ eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' d; [0 u5 I1 \Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 U) v" N' N0 X6 }- S" Z
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, - j+ Y% d {4 P3 e8 q- R- u2 D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 m. P& u* }, S! ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 d9 @7 ?! w: C7 M% _' y$ Z/ I0 ]But I could have told you, Vincent, ) C) [# H5 U2 Y% q9 P: Y* f1 w1 L+ C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; e. B) ]5 U* k7 ^2 D4 cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ t+ v2 W; s; bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # Q8 z! G v! U: p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # f- \; e$ i5 c% S# c
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, : t' N' f) T+ F. x9 V4 o
How you suffered for you sanity,9 \* @5 T ^, W/ v( U, `
How you tried to set them free, # y, F- l. }' F
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' z' k4 q; u: H! A9 Y+ L0 ^8 I+ l' T
Perhaps they never will. |
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