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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 |! z% Q7 m$ C0 U% j! q K$ z/ i0 tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 ?4 u9 ]; I/ P. CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 D; W# I0 e/ Z* X" HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % E- t0 h: _( R0 a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 ~3 `, h1 B. M9 V" Q3 m! R) W7 q# ]How you suffered for you sanity, ) T- s1 r4 l b# V5 Y$ }
How you tried to set them free,
4 N$ I, }/ w- O5 {; i0 lThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ g% U/ v0 w4 qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ X3 b- L! O; f/ vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. E) G6 {* h! D' i k" xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * u8 w9 [! t3 f' \
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 ]& ~% c5 a+ y$ p1 }' v1 x
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ I0 i5 n; |) T2 O. }/ W* bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: z: K5 M8 H+ Q: BYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 M( a8 X# v& f& T& P" RBut I could have told you, Vincent, ' E: T' u8 W5 m* U! n0 L, O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 |8 Z6 W0 Y# l1 w3 g9 y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : ?/ l2 V! M0 P/ j b1 s6 T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( z$ _ n0 Z& I& M& c" qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 O' g0 R! M/ j$ a
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, % ?0 s) _1 h+ x4 m* M
How you suffered for you sanity,8 v3 m* J0 u* m% J) ~$ E' f
How you tried to set them free, " C0 w3 \3 n$ f( P- ~
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 ^' I0 Q2 ~- ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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