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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 X) `, P" s8 y2 n, U. H0 f9 H+ qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - f" y! `0 w5 q* }0 s( x# \" H' n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; E- T0 J `7 x8 S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . k6 H% w- q! c7 x: j
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ I, W8 S4 u$ _/ |& e+ I5 S
How you suffered for you sanity, * q V. w0 T5 q f0 \1 Q
How you tried to set them free, " |$ [! V6 h l3 Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ D6 M2 B) n3 Z/ f! XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( w2 _& j( G+ Z* f- m$ E9 g- b9 rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 ~6 T# ]" R' [4 s( s+ \Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / C# ~. {1 u1 ]# U: p! r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( l/ p# L; Z+ q5 X# D1 A1 k
2 n& k+ w0 Z( F# IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( N/ ?2 {3 t% L2 C7 k1 J( G* GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 Y" O7 A7 o! [) y0 ?" z9 `, ]' T! eYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, x. n3 z6 C1 x+ _But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 w( o. [' P: @0 _2 fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; f* s2 ]4 R7 M- ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " o0 A. i8 B+ M$ e) |0 i; T* I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, Y9 K4 o) o$ H5 xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ ?% L9 u- E' {$ VThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & R3 r, k0 d# t0 ^6 k- |
How you suffered for you sanity," N% |- C+ v1 U) A, M$ L
How you tried to set them free, ! w; g. _8 ^" ?! C' Y4 D
They would not listen they're not listening still, " o$ W+ @( j6 }, e+ H8 j: {
Perhaps they never will. |
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