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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( r3 D6 j9 ?' U Z l7 e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& I& c4 a) f1 K7 T# ~4 sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 h! L0 C. {0 ^5 A' Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 k/ Y" L- I/ J4 c0 l$ Q3 m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! @3 W3 }( ~$ Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
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2 f! f4 \$ s7 n4 O- g( HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% W9 U8 q' l$ G1 g+ \Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) L# r" c. ^; w. jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 I7 _! [ i& ?& D7 iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 N/ o8 j$ _1 RWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . S2 y' h% n& \
2 M& O2 w) l1 l8 _For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( j7 g+ \: a) ?: T4 D/ `# w4 j7 q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 V) K' R1 k0 l9 H) @" j3 pYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
: y7 j! Y0 z6 y& KBut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ n( b7 ~5 X" z- s& X2 t- ?% zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 h. C/ h1 q' s' L+ TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 U! Y0 s5 P& w' f! r, N5 \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 h: C& Q3 i2 Y7 E6 b6 h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 l1 O& S, y9 c2 WThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 r2 w! X0 J+ S8 N/ C9 ]! }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & g6 a6 ] s w* H) |8 o; W
How you suffered for you sanity,
) y( l9 ^& a5 OHow you tried to set them free, ! W3 E9 N$ ?7 v, u7 @4 \7 m
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! \5 G+ S3 B# n7 y# C0 TPerhaps they never will. |
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