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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 O, x3 U% H Z% v8 |$ w+ QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( D5 t5 d) L8 \8 F' Y; `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ `9 o Q( _3 n5 \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 |9 B& C0 ^: d5 xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,* B+ h. c7 G( N' L# x
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 H9 {# v9 [2 q# Z2 V! @) w. ~How you tried to set them free,
% C1 G$ X& N- xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; B7 T8 C+ e$ V2 N3 |; K' o; hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # x8 T: e- |2 ~1 n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * O% m0 B1 o5 F8 B/ h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , O9 G) i1 k( v3 c) F( e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 h( Q- F2 E+ r9 D9 o. h8 K2 rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ v5 W- I9 m( dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 J6 j0 o, O9 z+ h; k7 z- B
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 p' P* v( J# E& N" a
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 }* N' J5 k2 L; t ]" }6 L6 y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : O; {$ f9 K8 c$ J: z
$ S6 L+ {1 p; w [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ }5 \( m- U# t: Q2 a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + m! w* R2 y# q. b* x4 K* {, C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 B/ t! f! P+ @& Z7 z: W
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& ^4 k7 R- [ [ B1 i% ~1 h" n1 vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# B3 ]9 @ [4 f3 vHow you suffered for you sanity,
. z+ Y# O5 N6 k6 b0 ZHow you tried to set them free, ' E0 a( }! k8 m/ ]5 y
They would not listen they're not listening still, " u1 W( [ d" B, G
Perhaps they never will. |
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