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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 @3 r) c1 |4 Y, t8 f/ d5 rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 [; L( V3 w1 W1 q! i6 RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 h) y, I+ |6 P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 i' b {3 p! S- R5 A* {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
x' @* x3 D/ Z" h* nHow you suffered for you sanity,
* r0 r9 f8 H# U. X* Y y* i7 EHow you tried to set them free, % o3 @; f) U/ J3 g% a ~) m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 k0 Q: c8 x3 m3 A iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 n8 |5 X1 z6 i; p2 U- s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 W: c4 O1 K6 Q% ~
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + U4 [0 C2 e' S7 @ W
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * E1 m0 w( x, l+ `0 ~" l
( ?: {: E$ C/ C) l7 x) u2 uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ A* o/ t) p& p# hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 r3 X9 x3 ?' f2 B g: FYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) T2 G& R6 @$ b4 vBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ E& Y3 D' j# I2 CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / ]9 f3 u o( D- G) k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 k8 t% m- ]" N3 @' P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# P* Y0 {5 G( a0 K& ]+ t8 g; }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( `" \! v6 F% T* n {
+ M/ E; ]7 Q* ]7 W. E, ~8 |1 PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 p% @7 e. n" P
How you suffered for you sanity,8 Z- q0 m8 n7 ]' H% }) r, M! }; }
How you tried to set them free,
8 | R9 K. L4 V9 AThey would not listen they're not listening still, , R5 M5 F6 a# W' L# C
Perhaps they never will. |
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