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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + q' i+ ^5 o; O* T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 X8 Z- b& S" O7 y5 f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& j) \7 J& H) XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) I! y% {$ Z) h7 ]5 Z/ R2 O( D5 ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ T. @, P/ R. B. uHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 M& }% a' K1 W" n1 ]. l1 GHow you tried to set them free,
: U, [+ z N, q# `1 yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 }/ O1 h/ H$ C. s# L9 |Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 U/ o9 L+ s8 GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# Y- ]% E1 b. t+ e, }9 SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( n$ Z; P/ P* E) HWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) e5 x* |* n) w) x( d
1 W: j+ U% |* ]/ k2 sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; K2 M: I; c: t* @& TAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 D8 O _1 a! V# ?0 S$ Z7 z7 W/ q, r
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ e3 W/ K' O: fBut I could have told you, Vincent, & l& E0 y# Y' Q8 _' Z3 B# a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 g4 {! f# d$ t% \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 p3 P0 \' F! c4 |6 q3 O" l& m% jLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 ~" B j! [4 N, n" L/ ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 M( j+ {; q7 s9 D( q7 p" m/ kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 m( n; K2 n2 `) v4 |How you suffered for you sanity," z" k0 Z; C, c6 _- X; B
How you tried to set them free,
) H% y7 o _7 r9 u0 cThey would not listen they're not listening still, ! P% r4 T' L' [" _$ j
Perhaps they never will. |
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