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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 p9 R6 ]0 F; lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 `) Y- @$ s, G+ X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# m9 {- |- U0 L3 vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- ]( v2 ?7 |8 @ w4 g, ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' `' _7 r1 e- m
How you suffered for you sanity, ; ?9 y6 x( M. m4 I0 U3 G
How you tried to set them free, ; q2 V3 n, d1 i: x. x( l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 [& _8 V% V+ w" U% _9 {. LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 K4 {" P! G$ `6 ~$ z; w4 q' dSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 F) |! m6 J/ h: w F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 D+ D% N- |, ^& R7 cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 \& K1 I0 M( l; ~& ?$ y/ L
: u7 W. ?, c& v9 g2 s b h3 c, ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % U! ]0 I5 |! ~! R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 J% H: V: s$ T8 d. `
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 Y# O9 ~( m5 u3 c. t j' G8 j' W: I
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, \5 a' I! r3 k: Q+ S T N" a2 cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ l6 v! H' G6 ?% E* mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 L2 \# o" u1 ^/ {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ C8 c2 C# n' ~0 i9 ^/ c" CThe 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, + g0 ]! A" Y6 t0 `
How you suffered for you sanity,+ b: }; {5 Y* X+ j9 p
How you tried to set them free, - j$ r: u1 {9 @2 a: w
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 J; o3 i" D% z; v2 \9 APerhaps they never will. |
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