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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) k" {7 r- _ x( j: A$ C! d5 }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" ]4 @5 U, V9 u2 M7 C' W# Y; wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 B b& ~2 Q3 a' r% p9 W vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 G" k$ S7 ?9 t: z$ z" x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 z' E! T! Z# _! M
How you suffered for you sanity,
; K1 J# x a# ?6 vHow you tried to set them free,
, _/ N6 A+ e5 E4 C' R+ eThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 ], r! \/ o s/ w, Y5 h' kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % @0 M7 R: l" F9 H5 g2 S' Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% C! }( {: U) s8 e$ l% M$ EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' s5 k$ o0 V! g+ W4 z/ W y6 XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( u4 L5 K, o" P" R
7 t- m; y* }! `# Y; mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* q. G; r7 N5 C ?8 `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 U6 o, T: m+ i' }% N
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 Q0 F1 U( [7 d1 s0 v+ A
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 [ h1 k, X* m3 [5 H7 IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 M; {! z( G- T! N* DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " O/ b1 \" o; w: t" H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, L y- }, G9 Q" f" ^The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, , `" l8 s6 b, B" u
How you suffered for you sanity,$ q6 L( X' ]" Y/ \9 v3 ^
How you tried to set them free, * H, [7 Z: Y n1 N2 i
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, y& d0 y# y/ y$ ~* dPerhaps they never will. |
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