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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, `4 V* g! G. _, b# R( B& V" pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* }5 L! K- g M. O5 S! {) [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. U$ P& F7 L) M) q& F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 A, x, E, E" y/ t" P" g4 p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, M$ K% v1 I( \/ S$ V# \How you suffered for you sanity,
8 l7 a7 X. r0 l. ]* y. NHow you tried to set them free,
" J* `" Q8 _3 d/ R. u) M6 GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; s5 r Y5 W: g$ gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 l6 @0 \1 |6 Z. p( ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 }0 O4 O, g0 ^- P8 T7 vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % P: R6 Y ^0 x6 P( G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ^, |6 ~$ ~$ W3 }
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % o1 A" L3 m, M+ g7 S p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( Q* i" P9 I# `+ E9 M
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( j m; p) D+ i# [* ]7 oBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 r9 Q2 q/ S$ R J. N$ \" Z M Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 }& R: K$ U# c, ^! I8 K4 K
! D. h; [/ P6 O O# iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 x! P1 e9 n Q! b$ ^& zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; K. R% _$ s* C3 S% R) O+ q/ o+ tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( a/ ?, v& i$ k3 [: b, L2 `The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, }( @- r! ?, eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 E! b5 Z; L; J3 }( J# |7 C% F; uHow you suffered for you sanity,) M% m0 v; k. i5 V6 @: W8 a% l
How you tried to set them free, + t }( l) [% k& T# Z
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 @. [$ m; F* R. N, p4 T' O
Perhaps they never will. |
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