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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 k! Z9 m( S+ W4 n3 ~/ JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 F3 ~1 C( D6 X* o* O, {; b% gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 [* t/ X7 q4 q' K& m& CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( p9 p4 x E% Z) i% v, h* P- nNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 ~9 F% g& v1 O" m9 U; n+ yHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 d3 p# O5 X1 n3 v* b. jHow you tried to set them free, 0 i$ @$ m; r2 @. J, S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" F2 A6 _( R6 X) nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* C1 w H' c* [5 pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 Q3 K P6 ]' A# }" |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* i' j( {$ _8 x* }* IWeathered 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,
8 D+ J: C/ n; }' k) g4 CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) \) p5 g0 Z0 a8 [8 i; P- J
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' G2 O2 ~! c- I# f$ c& |But I could have told you, Vincent,
. J6 {( X' j2 aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & d5 z; o, h% j5 ], j- W" t) u
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + y" _. S; S$ f; J% y# @+ [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 |6 |# ^8 l+ ^4 H# wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( I* H2 y1 [6 X: HThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) }4 A6 y4 ~5 [7 h8 }
! L h2 F+ A7 O6 N3 a' G, A, gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; x9 Q: }- M3 V- X
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 A/ u- M! n V5 n( \2 LHow you tried to set them free, + Y; l! o' `# [* [' v
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! S" Y7 h/ m. J' @1 v- ^4 c W0 y6 a
Perhaps they never will. |
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