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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 G W0 k( X( X/ TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 b4 p9 R/ u: d9 h" o" ~: A7 N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, h( {, U4 U; N% q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. P [1 a: O8 Z6 k/ A/ |( M* Z1 P$ M9 ]! RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
: M. s4 \6 ^' I6 rHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 Z1 e* \6 \( o0 R( y- s
How you tried to set them free, 5 Q; C4 M; ^4 B5 u b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - D- J4 R$ N" ?) \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, [: o {# P9 c/ H, m- \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + E% g' E0 m) i$ U/ W( }7 C
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / p: d1 `3 u9 F+ S6 t
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . F. k8 P% K, N( G
) m. c" o4 a+ z8 \! T& @( Y- Y! yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 Y T I3 V2 R* HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( R; k9 P, q( `5 pYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( v" y! {' T7 E+ ^But I could have told you, Vincent, - R" d+ i+ a. u8 o; u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : r+ ^. j2 v, t: l$ e) A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" s" u; ~/ N7 ~9 pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 k# u$ T* X9 y7 X$ v( m
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * P H% _0 \9 {" \' W3 _: S
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ p, U/ N u: [" [- N! \How you suffered for you sanity,
4 [0 l8 T5 F, F& ~# r' fHow you tried to set them free,
7 L. S, s6 S; e1 J/ O9 f( f! N; HThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 F: k% J: O$ y5 z
Perhaps they never will. |
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