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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ B. R6 T: K3 V" _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 O1 L' [' @1 @* nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% S. W" T" J' t/ b8 T$ B! w" UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 y0 Y2 H m4 S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ m; n& P* H/ @* C
How you suffered for you sanity, ) \# B+ J+ q; F2 b: [8 ~6 A
How you tried to set them free, ! e3 e3 ?6 E& g4 [( Y" t2 g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ { ^2 H& m8 R, oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 m$ S2 r8 q% B, h+ p! _8 I4 y aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, M3 A9 }" ^: S V1 ~8 xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; E; A/ y1 B. t1 n' m9 y" b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' e3 g8 [% |; V2 D5 ?
6 s2 M2 u0 g9 q2 bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 G$ J; n% @- w- g/ k6 ZAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( u* p! p, y2 Y9 J0 bYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . [2 h( b1 H- k% _: r( v! j @" x% Y
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) y0 K5 b" Y! U7 B$ p t# k
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + f% t, s3 ]4 x0 f
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' |, @7 n1 Y$ G! G* E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& j& k1 y9 I/ ?% [0 Y, A8 `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / i, S3 d0 a9 c J$ F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 ?7 \8 z7 E; T! ` a
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( I7 b0 h) ?' ~9 `How you suffered for you sanity,3 ~- x& m7 I% ]# p9 M& M+ y5 Y
How you tried to set them free, 6 o; r) j2 K& n& `
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 i( b4 I8 C8 ~% hPerhaps they never will. |
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