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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 p! t; ? `3 b& T3 f7 Y$ ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; B! Q8 P8 J/ Z% n" m) ]) _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* X! Z4 Y2 M: I% r$ A4 X
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: z2 x8 g4 |% m4 p3 VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. a" g5 I% w9 b! x. W5 x& gHow you suffered for you sanity,
& u/ ~& j/ P, {/ R! b% EHow you tried to set them free,
6 V6 J& ~5 z6 j* iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 i7 O+ b3 |* R; V& F% N9 U
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 T$ o; c9 m6 ^4 n) ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - E O4 H; B% l0 F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 z. k6 L* `; \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , p6 R/ d @0 h/ M& Q$ w2 O
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, w& o$ ?2 y _& I# w' ]6 oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ F- u+ X4 ?2 K1 N8 T: ]7 kYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 T7 N$ p- o c: u
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 o3 n: {. O/ j% y. X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' w# W) R- i7 Z3 N5 P; dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) y x Y" D- H! d6 AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 r c* x I0 e* R. g# N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
[5 _4 C9 I+ y# YThe 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,
; P( @1 ~( a& C; j0 v: eHow you suffered for you sanity,: o$ I, _5 @5 D9 v3 W$ p. o; j) q2 ~
How you tried to set them free,
1 h0 ]4 x$ n9 a5 `They would not listen they're not listening still, + x/ q# _+ d3 h* V. ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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