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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ q2 Z' C+ g7 d. @$ d- t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! U; j# x" i0 F) LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& f0 }* |" G9 y: ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- C2 R& F7 V1 `1 s2 t! M0 f& ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 L4 q6 Q9 ?% l0 lHow you suffered for you sanity, ) s G; ^' Q% w
How you tried to set them free,
$ [) f# |9 H" t* a9 R: pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % H3 K, R$ Z' B/ u( N6 |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! W- A3 M1 C/ R# P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # J$ k. f. Q5 I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 n O9 l. [4 @) u* J9 \: tWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( l2 q/ L5 d" O6 a$ g
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 M7 b. c% a4 V" q; b2 _2 t$ n- w- VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ k/ m& v/ h6 o. Y4 s5 n+ M
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 H5 Y1 x3 h4 s5 s$ [But I could have told you, Vincent, `/ U0 Q4 B8 K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; i% G, G) m7 [5 r6 |4 o; i. V; Z! A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . C( t' P' a D9 K O/ d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# \( C! ~9 x! f0 C+ q4 m. JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) h8 D. Z( l. }) _+ ~2 K
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! n8 A% z/ Q2 A1 N; gHow you suffered for you sanity,& i s0 r0 f3 _
How you tried to set them free,
( j, }; X4 N9 n" GThey would not listen they're not listening still, / ~0 \$ v# ^* k1 h& p: |
Perhaps they never will. |
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