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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) }! I9 m; b/ ]6 y0 W0 RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 G0 N7 J6 Z: U6 g" _: [) M; p8 v9 e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# _! F: v6 V9 d2 Q" GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( P+ d7 @( I' k; P% @6 F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% w& p& R: I6 W$ o4 I
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 j1 q0 G1 g7 m# e4 J
How you tried to set them free, 0 c J1 c3 p& T: m( L5 Z/ d+ M/ S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* C( E! m" U0 |4 J& |/ V2 R! YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- }; _$ Z9 d2 R) \4 s" hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 U1 d4 }4 p% I# ~! h% L% SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 ^: Z* |: K1 R- ], OWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * ? G# x V* z& G! X `
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- l n- |* x9 L- \* e+ P! U$ uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - }+ {& v' j. F4 L# L: Y; y; x
You took your life as lovers ofter do, h( [' v8 @' X
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 g1 N, \% t7 o1 Q/ g( C6 e: eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % y, z/ ?: |1 F- ]! F
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 [+ S8 u R1 q' F+ b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 Y$ M+ e1 G0 N6 `! y. F8 N; @% |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' K+ i6 F1 H& I0 }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 A$ ~" ^: U" S1 P, l- Z4 P
How you suffered for you sanity,1 ^/ Z9 f. j6 }6 d
How you tried to set them free,
. m( h' D( [) \) ~7 [$ rThey would not listen they're not listening still, 3 S# ^: J% d3 W( `1 V9 r7 S! u
Perhaps they never will. |
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