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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; r: j4 G6 a# Q# [6 |' ^# i2 aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; @) Q$ F$ T7 M3 z# ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; X4 a6 o# d9 U, B2 vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. \' J; I0 \& a4 H: T1 t8 Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 @8 Y, A9 z4 [/ _7 L! H9 oHow you suffered for you sanity,
" Q( u# p# T/ h2 n \3 D) u) M( i$ cHow you tried to set them free,
4 w9 j& n: S7 s2 H+ m$ ^7 GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . R' @$ X5 e. Q% G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 o- ~ W! F9 U$ e7 _+ w0 ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 C' ^' i: i# j1 gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 j [ c% ~* H* n
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ k2 }9 C. c6 ~2 Q, uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' g) f% I$ d& |1 e" C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( }0 s8 V' Y6 M: ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
T& u7 q0 z( M2 N9 s" A' W- nBut I could have told you, Vincent,
! b+ A) t9 `% Q5 H& G, pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 r# O: O9 Z2 YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ J6 W! u* N6 G9 YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ v/ z7 Y l2 j! L% ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- R. N) C$ \: @1 i7 h) a* k# sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) K9 c G% W+ b! F, ~8 HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ b) L4 [: S' m. o1 Q
How you suffered for you sanity,0 ]$ k p1 t3 V
How you tried to set them free, ' z. t4 m- J7 ?. \! u+ L* q; m
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 p8 Z0 Q6 U8 N% b9 p
Perhaps they never will. |
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