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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ |4 A' H+ h% F. X( gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + K+ V# l X/ z% O. e0 s
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 ^5 Y, h, c5 H4 C @! r6 FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 {& y% o i& j r9 Q( k( F/ M0 |- eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! ^' j3 V, u: E4 GHow you suffered for you sanity,
' V( _5 f- W& G. b5 W$ oHow you tried to set them free, U4 j0 i: L1 B* Z" ?4 v+ B9 h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ c2 u% Z0 a- S& T, ?+ b( qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " D, B) p0 s! p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 O, k- i- [ ^/ E3 NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; D* ]( x R1 n$ S
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ i$ |5 |1 g _
/ y2 F4 H X- C3 x6 s% A8 yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ Q/ [/ F, w, z( wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ O" ~! B1 ~8 R7 L$ A% ?( |
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' X4 h' u% z8 L0 R
But I could have told you, Vincent, - [9 c$ z1 r" L: F7 h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' k- t" c& K! ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; J7 p5 [! m! x8 N5 c S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 @, n& b. G- x7 e a2 }6 X& pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 ?% }* p7 f3 V. q2 yThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 O# l& w4 z( \( q& q( mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 X& r+ r9 A) W9 L( C! z
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 \ q/ h O% U* zHow you tried to set them free, & l2 g+ { t0 K7 \3 B8 K, B" p
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! h% O3 s9 W9 o/ L0 l
Perhaps they never will. |
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