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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% Z; ?7 @. `' M' T" q! }* sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' w2 k9 k. K+ u( q- y4 MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 F p7 x# x: `! C8 Z& r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) T$ U2 f2 V! S, g- v. s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: E# u: O" x5 \: @" G* `/ S; b
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 H# L0 I$ t+ d" s. n8 A9 e- aHow you tried to set them free, & R* a% i- Q) Y2 D: F1 x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) T1 W3 p( c% i0 Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 ]9 V) p2 _: V! h5 T; ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & h: P9 m I: i" x/ w; s3 g" h5 g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- s4 _5 w# m5 G" vWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " N6 k! `6 Y& e1 A F
) a+ n0 n5 A$ D' o$ P0 yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% e" s* A4 c' w" RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" W& F; O& z, A# t3 ^You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 v( l" S1 w7 v1 G7 A1 i; BBut I could have told you, Vincent, % b" ?- \; \- n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# D; f. o& l( G7 t7 QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
P8 m- h% Y! g/ CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . o1 {$ P+ |* u1 f2 I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, E+ q# Y' n$ b2 S! U/ ^The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % r2 t# X- i# \* ^
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 N5 U$ R1 S h( O/ g( HHow you suffered for you sanity,
u# |0 w! _3 R. gHow you tried to set them free, * Q2 F8 F, \2 |
They would not listen they're not listening still, * N) Z' X P* Y. ?+ r6 Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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