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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% I# ~/ C @- p) n" ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 ]" a% j( L0 n, G/ GShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 x1 ~( d6 K* Q. p [4 ZCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 h2 O% @" \1 J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- } h1 g" }$ R4 t. A
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 \ a8 H4 y$ p* R- x8 _' z/ pHow you tried to set them free, ) N) ~; p+ X- I1 M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 z/ L1 m+ D& O: [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: b" k/ n1 Y$ S' C2 Z0 dSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 K9 E5 ^. w- |, b; M9 D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# Q1 z1 D3 C7 M% t6 w& H' h6 tWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % w/ E8 I' _+ j* o! S- t2 `, t
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% _; e. V8 {- n) o3 xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# L8 J9 M% k! ?) ?/ ]. c; LYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" ?0 J5 \2 V; i1 NBut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 g, U& f. W$ ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 H4 n/ i& A6 I( ~0 f5 w
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . V! f7 t- z/ p% G9 {( q6 w* E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& g( f, G. r% ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 V8 V R3 x7 T: { ]8 u1 x* Y% T+ pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" K }7 ? ~; _1 }2 sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 x( b3 i; w3 v; \8 g$ Q2 ^# y) V( X
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 }1 _" ^4 A, K$ }8 w/ ~How you tried to set them free, + S# Y& E2 D; i$ E$ _: _% T
They would not listen they're not listening still, - S# z0 W* ]# ~: a
Perhaps they never will. |
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