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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! V1 |! Y" u2 e' t' `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 X' M) o3 W f* {9 j* ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 `* l" G7 s- j `5 e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; k& F9 Z s( h2 J, I4 ~3 U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 u1 N: ]4 j+ a* a) a# R) A& ZHow you suffered for you sanity, % m( _* U7 ^0 S, y+ V n5 X3 \& \
How you tried to set them free, 7 p7 ]' \2 w/ b! v, _; G' {' ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 H y& n7 E0 \3 g; eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * a7 S! z3 O) I. O! F) P! @$ k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 ] j. I8 ^6 q @6 x y; X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 j! `7 j! Q% k% p/ oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 b) |4 C& z2 d% CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; y" {6 K1 e& XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 ^3 r9 g- ^/ j; i2 JYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 I/ E# r6 n! p0 ^8 a
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 v' {' @" m" x8 j/ {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ [. @( q+ }0 {. i3 J* k3 U, X# nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 }7 N) b) [( T3 GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 z+ x& Q7 D Y9 z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 a0 m' r a8 l. C, G! y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ L1 ?" D. k3 ?- e0 Z9 q$ S- u0 h
; P( q6 w$ \6 Q8 _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 H# k7 r7 ^ C" H* c g sHow you suffered for you sanity,3 q. d% H; q- t C( k! ~
How you tried to set them free,
! V! i8 _6 L/ B& p% E0 w5 cThey would not listen they're not listening still, & e ~: x" Z* E) I- Z1 D0 ^5 B% I
Perhaps they never will. |
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