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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" V$ w% u9 z; C: p; cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( y3 U/ l1 n+ S$ |" C' ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 O+ `8 I9 \0 G0 w6 gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; _# o+ @5 @7 @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. s9 O V9 l" `$ l4 d
How you suffered for you sanity, $ R8 e6 A' A; F
How you tried to set them free, 0 [* P8 b+ ~. l9 T6 S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 c Q( M& r7 @5 F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& D( f8 Y# ]" n4 USwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 ]3 D1 ]# a$ b- c# f0 {2 AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 m. S+ p) A$ ]6 K6 E& n4 MWeathered 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,
( b l5 I- b" Y0 w4 G% v2 ]9 |1 |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 ?9 j" `- v; e$ X$ o
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / ^8 y- \/ d% V1 h; C' }# o
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! q/ _3 \. ~$ z. |3 N' XThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' q0 E& D% y; K6 aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 @. P* r7 X- q- K7 VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & j8 n) M/ @- R x4 b8 f6 o. ?; X! \4 B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, x: x. u( ~8 D x2 WThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 b* p' c# l4 s: N2 O# Z
4 X5 G7 K% |# b5 N3 B* a3 z9 NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ c: p: b M; z/ e! r' RHow you suffered for you sanity,0 d; K" k6 ^3 h: R# e
How you tried to set them free,
( [* _; ^! s2 Z, f% b/ ~" XThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 n. D5 B: A2 K8 _# F$ n9 q; gPerhaps they never will. |
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