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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 \- R0 Q- @: [/ z! H& CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( R; e* y; [+ S' ^* s3 u% k, e/ AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' U/ M& |: w; q) x2 vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : e2 f' O* T% s' H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' c2 t8 Q' U+ JHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 R' P: g8 E- e$ BHow you tried to set them free, + N f9 ^4 ~& u+ A/ T, u" G Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 m* C! L9 A+ _! \! v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 x. C. S+ _4 [; s' Y6 p$ S4 q1 iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 e2 l, g- ~/ M2 H+ V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 x, p& s7 ~* v, R( ?
Weathered 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,
. d$ x! I- I+ z3 Y/ R+ O+ o6 FAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - Y2 L) l# f: Q6 { y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 e9 t/ p# ~* p" \1 o2 b
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 O# ]$ x( W: z% }) k( EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. S3 R8 X/ s) nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 o6 u; [- V7 W W! ~8 BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
s0 @' t7 I, B( JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( A' ?. A! ^- R) C2 |% _$ c% h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 Y; u7 S$ [, }/ R, `
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 o2 b& v2 d- h5 B, k; x& F
How you suffered for you sanity,% G. g4 \3 x1 h1 [, s7 x. N3 J
How you tried to set them free, : N- P# s0 t( R7 o4 k% E
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 h$ [- S7 k/ ~5 K0 TPerhaps they never will. |
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