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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - ~# U9 ^' h& f' V0 l. m0 r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 I; ]) W, n9 T, _/ AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; z; b0 y# h6 f: ZCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 i9 Z: M$ D; i$ ]! U; UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 F; w6 {0 V; H! XHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ C4 @7 Z$ |: A! _! o, H- MHow you tried to set them free,
2 T9 o: W ~. k* Y; w& mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 j; o5 E% d4 c/ A! Y1 }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 O8 @; I! y8 ?! w: i8 jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" g& B# _9 h3 ^' S5 t0 {. OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: K. W O& X' ` Y* aWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 p" o u: H9 A- f/ l
6 W9 G% h8 W: {For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 t1 p/ T1 E0 \7 S) y& W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( R4 N3 |0 }6 wYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
: ]3 u2 w( \# c sBut I could have told you, Vincent,
1 W+ ]$ o* }5 q. ]$ Z3 [7 fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. N. Y$ T3 H, `3 i- m. xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ L* x2 d) r7 m- Q% I$ U6 G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) J+ B9 T3 k0 g* R. r% ?! \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 J. e5 q$ |0 {3 f
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; O6 x) b& ^( \' l, J @
How you suffered for you sanity,
' M8 \* u* d8 p3 U' D$ p! `How you tried to set them free, ( j8 x, ?' x! ~) h6 d- |* A/ a: N
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 Q% G" |4 f- M3 P
Perhaps they never will. |
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