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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 b- R. Z, o. T! P) I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
j6 H4 z. O4 v/ RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( b r+ Q, x! `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : s4 v4 T; |4 U6 R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 t1 T# F6 e7 U
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 P8 X; L7 T. z. Q1 D5 P# `, b5 W; O- q
How you tried to set them free,
5 ^5 F) x8 V; p* M/ Q" ]) mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% b# e, J4 z0 Y; G! d! pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 v& h* _+ [& G# ?# N& w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& _' l$ ~" p( `5 {! WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- U/ L4 R1 H9 e8 q0 m: x; QWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. E# x8 ]& O" R$ B: R* V# R
U6 n. u. P! d" b8 P6 ]5 hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 h \. j( a) y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" ?+ G' M0 {% Q+ _You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# b& r. F2 S6 M0 S) c0 z1 BBut I could have told you, Vincent,
! \% {' q+ |9 F( F4 E. \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 e- v! m Y1 N6 c# n* RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 H; N* S) \. g( E7 t b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ \8 }& e, f, N( E8 P; iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . G9 M$ g, j* O) m0 z3 K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # p) S* O0 m+ G( m- H4 v) G
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % {( O, |; @& B) ?6 w3 v' w" ~, a
How you suffered for you sanity, y1 R1 F" s* @# f6 L. Y. f+ b
How you tried to set them free, / d, M, J! \# _
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 }# U3 r: J3 n
Perhaps they never will. |
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