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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' v+ |: N* U& D: u. S) v8 kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - K7 _1 g. C$ `: G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* H: B: E; X1 R& SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& u) M! v0 r) l: dNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 R: r0 c' g8 b# a( x8 w) p( J7 B
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 f6 K/ U: ?7 Q! e# s8 \How you tried to set them free, . V: V) P! n ~; w2 f. Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; ~: {3 b2 |0 A" h1 p ?$ f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Y6 Z( L9 Z* _: o( E) |- J$ A/ _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" Y0 T( P1 x! u' j4 E* l& sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . j& H3 b- E5 Z, l3 _0 g9 w9 q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 V. F5 V3 l6 j/ LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; r/ }& W! K/ G* Y. R2 z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 {9 H0 `) t8 m2 ]2 wYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 E, [; l! m. N- g, R0 @/ _1 c) nBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) n. r7 u' |8 ^: }0 C! K' QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) z- ^* w! d8 p+ _7 g, I9 z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ f) `9 ]4 p( I7 K$ FLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
B$ C8 A9 P8 l6 HThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; u9 l5 m \# z' J# B8 I) J
$ y2 ?* a& `9 P8 M' n8 vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 [1 n4 @ Q( E" N1 o3 Q& F2 r" g8 FHow you suffered for you sanity,
& S! ^0 S# |* y1 p7 ?" [- oHow you tried to set them free, 8 ?: }- I1 j5 D! W6 m/ z, K$ X
They would not listen they're not listening still, * N1 g- g5 J: q6 `& S
Perhaps they never will. |
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