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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 z, A' q R* J6 ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' \3 L+ m+ e, C% B% W4 W, F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- N) o/ T' T/ ^# p8 H# ?! J, ^$ Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ ~" {# V2 \4 n; XNow I understand what you tried to say to me, N; y J8 z( s+ W1 C5 K
How you suffered for you sanity, ( o* U5 x! G/ [# O
How you tried to set them free,
/ ~# z, q' v, ~; D: b& x: I1 aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ {: E: Q; K+ p, A/ d, W2 o& |5 ?# N; E9 oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 w3 }& G7 h7 v) t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- |. f- w0 H7 ]! M: a- E, rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 X7 p/ Y# v0 b$ S" Y/ {- O2 a! O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; N2 N( \ D3 g5 n! ]( j$ qFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , }0 u$ `( ^. E1 b4 e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' @: {2 T: g$ J/ ]You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& Q' \+ K8 p+ |/ T* P WBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) m$ c9 a5 f0 M8 @* O/ i/ H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ l( w6 F: I2 y* J
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 _, S: h) @( X* `, i' {7 TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * ~/ M+ g0 G m% k5 T3 t- R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - \# [% O. u: O5 C8 ^5 E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! m( F8 s' O4 _ s% ]
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, # a f7 d+ B+ s$ x
How you suffered for you sanity,
( j% \ y- E9 p( b: {3 IHow you tried to set them free, ' }. N2 n9 o. Z! |7 i" B
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' D7 H0 N, V8 P; a i
Perhaps they never will. |
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