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O; w% T H' c5 _Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) R1 P, {1 F3 r4 q* c( O5 q) |% jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 }# Y7 `$ Z' h8 [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- X4 w+ X1 u$ f+ @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 N& F, } m0 |: k4 G X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' p [; M7 m/ p( ^; o* Q, W+ N
How you suffered for you sanity,
' M! B3 g E: B4 K8 H9 bHow you tried to set them free, % p; C) M" e6 a) P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ w- u! |+ n& t0 Q" YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 X7 D0 \" j( I0 [: N7 F+ o( y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 J* w; q% c# ~7 H) u3 {
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' e2 y0 }( k! `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ e7 G% i' |/ J; m# s, {% P( zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ C2 }: H1 C$ Q; m% \9 KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ?5 y# i) b+ ]4 d9 A, d
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) N1 N% y5 }% O2 u: vBut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 L4 y1 F' h N" `7 P5 IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ r1 R6 M0 K1 t3 fFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
D; w4 L0 i# M6 FLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* U/ B% E' V9 n# AThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 r) |1 |: p, p% m
' V- c, r6 e: t$ D. O% U# z" mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 I' d! D' q0 P ]# L; O& V ^How you suffered for you sanity,# r% ?, p3 j) y+ W+ Q9 E- G
How you tried to set them free,
4 s6 i+ }+ }. b; D1 R) RThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' e5 _( I8 I o9 t
Perhaps they never will. |
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