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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 N* Y& T+ }; L! Z4 `' ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & t& n: I# B- k" `9 I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' B6 C2 P# i# I* b$ ZCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 j' ~: `: F5 ~/ a7 A" ~9 MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 m0 F9 w, x( G, C& T
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 Z) e# |( v8 Z, Y
How you tried to set them free,
' Y# z0 i8 B: t8 uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" M/ Y3 d# z9 \" \5 T: y7 ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 L" q4 @/ N6 J: G, B& R$ ^2 j GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ l0 o3 M( F1 I, VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & Q# c# S: h/ Y7 L4 q0 x: o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( z+ g. C, j$ K+ B; oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * h8 |. Q! U( t( Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # C3 N! Q F& N: j! c6 S
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ X) }8 r. k9 {3 ?0 l: r2 P8 h) [But I could have told you, Vincent,
% n A$ Z* J* S+ qThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 K1 j+ Z4 c& r! b3 I- T! m, ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; [7 P5 N, |' d; \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; @- c# J e/ ?# w9 R0 dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. y' F. z( J3 ]5 TThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / E1 A# b$ n! A, Z- M
- s* h$ `9 u1 A; O% oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( d" K; D: H( g3 C5 |
How you suffered for you sanity,# k$ F1 C8 h; f+ U# c
How you tried to set them free, * M; B5 d0 O9 K- }$ C r
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 ~: [6 ?( z, P1 W6 A) Y5 E
Perhaps they never will. |
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