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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 U9 V2 c6 w% K; {9 \7 l: xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 E/ h; a; ]2 h% f/ P! [% yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- Q' [2 p) U n7 X5 x; V& a% K/ TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' `7 I5 E, d, TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 T. q% @" h4 {9 O$ u- LHow you suffered for you sanity, ! ~3 O' A: Y. H/ i
How you tried to set them free,
2 V" I9 `. m. E2 z7 x% n8 L6 c& \4 tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! G" J- y( |( c' ^/ }3 SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , |5 P4 `& c( l8 ]* M- s6 F u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 V- n' ~* {( y4 h& O5 G, ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 x" N) ?$ f$ q+ \; C( S, h4 B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; [ ]- K X* \
" a# r7 I4 n( \- F$ ?4 f' |8 wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' T' i, H, N( `4 t0 ^% |) _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' w5 t' Q3 `/ w4 b2 p* e; l
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & y: B* V+ L6 K
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ \1 \) I$ B% d, L3 H0 X# OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 D+ y: M# o- c2 m \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. Q! u1 }5 S$ |8 I$ e, K3 pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& j; B0 _% |: h, D: m) MThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. B7 x7 A9 C0 \$ m. |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( a$ X8 u% C( iHow you suffered for you sanity,
y2 e4 o) a- @0 d% dHow you tried to set them free,
" K9 A& _. J }) FThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 X/ ^$ a% A( }. l% w# S0 bPerhaps they never will. |
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