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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) @/ ?8 f+ j. X! ?+ G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; Z& r2 t1 ?) ?- M
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- ]: p |. U; s% h# Q7 YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 c4 \% f. I- k6 a. b, q* B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: Z9 G1 J+ ^) H+ |8 g0 QHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 I3 {! w+ B$ T5 O0 Z3 y( ?+ i% r
How you tried to set them free, 6 ]( c8 v- v( t/ T) D5 }4 c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( }$ Z! ~4 C- u1 C1 [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; E4 U+ ~3 q1 {! m/ U5 n5 TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 {' u. [& q5 ~7 K3 d1 v9 Z2 hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / M% s$ M) ^) i# X9 ?- p( c
Weathered 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,
( `6 `" E8 n7 W6 U& \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . e( }# n' Z3 x
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( h' C" l: E% ^' a) H) q0 O' vBut I could have told you, Vincent,
* c% ^* Y% E! V7 v' j1 {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / u1 d! ]/ ^$ y
! j( K9 {, h7 v/ d/ u w8 nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% h9 [$ T7 `3 p( d+ ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : Q3 v% u5 O" t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 C% M6 K! v1 V4 HThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 B: J) \. V6 j4 c7 ]# J! g. H- @9 FNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. t0 @# e- I5 f+ M( m: bHow you suffered for you sanity,6 O" n j2 ]3 j4 h
How you tried to set them free, $ r) j2 J1 N0 w$ U" O( R4 v
They would not listen they're not listening still, * a1 m. N( Y8 ^/ F+ c. `0 J0 {
Perhaps they never will. |
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