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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . S- x% }1 o" K, [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- U! ~$ X7 E) e: V. i5 ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- Q2 W$ h* I6 q0 K' ^' F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! p7 [2 f3 J) z5 r5 cNow I understand what you tried to say to me,$ [9 A7 O$ z D& ]9 B
How you suffered for you sanity, + S* y# A' G) p! \7 b* y3 z
How you tried to set them free, 4 F7 d! V9 G4 ^7 K9 s3 L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# X3 s' P# g# H% QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ n5 s+ f9 R7 |6 H1 R! H4 jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' X+ b* h4 y, |9 |) H9 Y6 s/ Z4 @3 r* HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ ^' o- d$ Y0 F$ ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ V0 X% J3 a0 r: m
& s3 i4 d! {$ Q, P" M) F0 JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& ^; m5 ^7 z$ A! k7 r/ w& hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) q/ N7 K4 ~; s/ r& q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . b# z f, M9 G
But I could have told you, Vincent, % @7 T/ W2 ^+ f" B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ Q" R% d, ~, S8 yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 C3 Z; [4 D& W @2 t$ _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 n J( ?% ]" o* n! i) oThe 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, . w1 r6 z. K7 O K
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 L. W. x+ c) q. ? o; A( THow you tried to set them free, ' m' J+ X1 I) n9 _# i1 i6 Z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; G3 a& H+ o6 b2 s$ zPerhaps they never will. |
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