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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ z. z9 N8 H) kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 H9 T( S% v/ {/ ~$ F6 AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 k m: ?" J$ m- J- p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 x% G: _1 [ Q, Y8 O% T* v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 e+ {3 i0 H1 G. }6 Y+ W4 r
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 b' k$ ?: C/ E V6 T( [: Z: sHow you tried to set them free, 2 h. }5 R: I! M3 [: P4 ? V9 X. f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 c7 R9 Q" M& J) O _ }+ j. V6 q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + Y& x- b0 s( S% w9 o+ J4 j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- ]$ e4 S- L, w3 N H7 w" ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 P2 G& n" X1 m# Z# U# h7 G% PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ k9 U! x. J7 lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ }6 E- l8 @. `- e
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 w' Z* N; x& V4 g3 a# bBut I could have told you, Vincent, ! B' O# B( A7 x2 L$ T. D( o+ J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , H5 f: m6 u/ Y7 S
1 {$ e$ }! T3 t8 f6 Q) vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 G0 { g1 [5 l# D6 b, B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 h5 Q+ C& l; R2 }8 d* @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( ?' x" y. P- {& V* X, BThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) j* z- _+ c& l7 l1 R% @; Z+ O n
3 H% j! V2 X, Y2 N; w0 W7 U$ ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( O+ E# ]- i2 F; P: Q0 ]( S
How you suffered for you sanity,
a O8 ]. r! ~" ?How you tried to set them free,
) z$ \6 r. o) ?( u) EThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& G E9 R. d1 t! }8 BPerhaps they never will. |
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