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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) x% T) V! R$ j# z, j8 ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ ?9 O) h) E! @3 }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) Q* E# k. f1 I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ H& E7 P5 ]4 v# s8 ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- ^& u: H' t* M9 AHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 ~# r! o# m* W( M: o
How you tried to set them free,
0 M7 U- e/ \1 T! N; _4 ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) v, {: k( m( c3 C! ?7 \ ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 H/ M( F* ?, h, M$ SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 V) \9 C' y" j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
G5 w# h; D3 j0 n. U) mWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 c) H8 c; }" H' G' s
* |# a3 A/ D+ T$ a9 VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' P A: u# k4 C+ Y: n8 H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) f8 p3 x0 U6 h/ A
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / F* c, U1 X2 x$ k
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 x1 F, V- u" X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' c/ U% V( ]/ ], z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 P0 }! C1 K. Y5 ~# \) y/ I6 P! O% iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. ^" ]1 a+ x# r7 T: l2 s; |7 ^, \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. e4 _, A6 p; V L0 zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 @* X5 I7 e- X. _$ pHow you suffered for you sanity,
: x% {8 d# i; D4 {+ R/ K9 f3 eHow you tried to set them free, / ] T* ]- G( a( p
They would not listen they're not listening still, R. U4 M& U. O* i
Perhaps they never will. |
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