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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! u1 `, q! n: TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 T c$ z8 r8 u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 _. C/ G# O, y: s; R: X) T7 F; BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 D# i2 C9 [! E) `4 Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- z% I! |( Q( j4 q0 WHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 V1 i% [8 y7 Y" F9 r! B' _How you tried to set them free, : Y. i- d$ W- K- U# z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 u: ~1 }7 x0 K0 a) hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + f, L" z v* O3 ?% Z0 d. k! Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * l3 ~4 n1 v7 X* H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* [$ |3 O4 O% F! F XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 k# F. Y0 F4 [/ a/ ?1 K; F: N3 YFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 W6 z. ~ A: r1 O( wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 Y2 m- Q# M N2 [ C
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# A8 c% ~+ M) M( QBut I could have told you, Vincent, * }& j& K) O8 h/ p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % I/ g$ w, k: z! N- L5 v/ R
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 C, U! w1 q; G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( ]( [. w! r- ?4 n9 L$ _0 I1 tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 X/ q: V* L' R0 j9 |) VThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 F' n" l& p! e& }- _
# X1 r6 y& R5 a' V1 dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; b4 E- r7 X& O6 x8 e1 j6 OHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 K4 U/ n `* V" @' bHow you tried to set them free, ' t" c% k" M+ b( k z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ p9 O$ v9 Z: w! uPerhaps they never will. |
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