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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' ]9 c5 i# r5 d/ g$ `- d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & t" Z6 Z) A, E9 N5 h" t/ S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 e2 a, f8 }) m6 q+ p3 B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % ]* J" |! J3 M+ e. e9 C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 U* }7 S# Z9 l% y" ?$ s; l
How you suffered for you sanity,
# w. y2 F8 P- EHow you tried to set them free, , n) Y( U# b6 \1 A8 j: V
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 ~! G! K% g( a6 h) SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # p" Z) |" X" F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* H% H& K! ?9 t1 S+ l- K! s6 SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( y$ o0 P" _! u3 dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 ]/ W( x& t2 g$ e. c, j$ C' R
: _/ @+ y0 q( s: D3 q/ O& mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 ?! J; T( a% ]: _* cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 [. {2 D- `0 O
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & b5 _$ ^$ S: y
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 B0 T) v; G# `4 ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 C# q4 ]% e- nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! X- b) W9 Z! R8 V9 k8 f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 s1 B* q/ C' BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& U2 r5 n; q7 h, a% n A; xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ p3 x4 v- S0 d6 X' jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 ]2 Z( Z, H3 g5 m7 i7 `4 wHow you suffered for you sanity,; E& q. o( ?; _1 t( d
How you tried to set them free,
. ~8 S; U" {. G+ N9 V; pThey would not listen they're not listening still,
r: {) _ ^5 ~! ]Perhaps they never will. |
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