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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" n. o1 N" p% u8 O" ^. L' ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 I2 I# m; q1 V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 A3 s' H9 x$ k# ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% J; i9 x d' L5 ~* s. xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
( _% j5 x5 B9 P0 _3 LHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 G" F7 s# L# k3 e
How you tried to set them free, 6 u7 b) k& j6 u3 h. [/ d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ G+ n9 P i- z+ M+ U5 c ^, v. O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ @! m8 D9 p$ x: r# [# X! _6 ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ |' \/ q( [% I, K( [/ a7 AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: }1 c9 A6 D2 ]0 ]5 R: S! V& M% \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ {- R6 ]; O5 f1 z, p1 b
% D, }9 h' M; D k2 `For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" f# _4 i3 E5 w0 b! hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 o+ {# N% k8 J3 }
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( @; G& N5 i+ \; P$ V0 {
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 e2 E2 A# u$ ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 \# U/ f/ F! }2 V7 vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 h T1 |1 @, C, j- K' x, A+ J! s) hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 }. y; K! \ ^* s; n' q; U' }: jThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 s" u8 T% Q4 S' P. |6 ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
X% s. M# f0 F5 ], I4 wHow you suffered for you sanity,* L& d- M: H2 r! E4 w) r7 K
How you tried to set them free, 2 x0 E5 b) F; ^" F
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 X$ f C: c. a* M# d% fPerhaps they never will. |
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