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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 q; i G3 R2 b# bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 _% y5 Y6 Y7 N% p) S YShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! |6 U T( g0 o" ZCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, ^2 R9 k, N! t/ c! d- b3 rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# `5 _' O1 |4 Q; ^: l
How you suffered for you sanity,
" a0 m6 W) g( tHow you tried to set them free,
( W$ r. ~3 [ L3 i1 WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # Q8 ~8 O6 F5 E h7 T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 O6 N% L2 H6 S+ W/ M+ D QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % t: t( j" ~9 r! G' B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 W" P# g6 `6 V% x( K& ^9 RWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 ]1 k, L6 K' [2 R- S1 s& b5 dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: O: Y6 v5 Q$ j3 ]0 ]% P, rYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! y3 t/ W% I' D ~9 C
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% g% w! z. C+ T( I( B' ? `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% ^; u5 `/ y7 j1 k5 J/ YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ v8 Q5 C" q# N ]2 mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 d& R( W9 _& R7 [3 V. H( y( t/ }* s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% f9 ~7 y% g7 |- w* sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 I! o8 q) \% P, J1 q, }* a
/ L# T$ @5 G! ^" D nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 h1 v; ^# ?3 ^3 j
How you suffered for you sanity,. P1 t% d; Z* ^) ?% e6 e3 y. T( ^
How you tried to set them free, . b$ z N, f8 B8 z2 F( `
They would not listen they're not listening still, + ~% [4 I$ K" ~% w
Perhaps they never will. |
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