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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* T+ V& Z5 N" Q4 N0 d1 P, c7 FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, Q5 Z9 }0 q0 A/ K1 `- A3 o* L
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; S" [ [$ u3 c( S+ DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 p2 o/ L T" p+ d* p: I5 i4 A4 j* }0 Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 m7 g$ q6 r7 B# U$ i2 v2 p
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 a9 \) K/ q7 B" `6 N4 R, a& MHow you tried to set them free, 4 L# j8 C+ [( T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , X" H: J1 \! A( Q5 H/ s# [- O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' n9 a7 q) |- p! W) c6 oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- L( R6 ]2 F! E8 V* B7 g# XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : P$ J4 ]# c3 E, i: @0 w. `' S
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . a% I$ t+ _0 {! ^6 w* _
+ D4 P5 V" p( l) L: T+ ?$ ]0 i) vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ [" {1 t* s7 }) HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 U, X; U7 I$ c4 P. Z3 L' ]+ N1 bYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 v0 G/ Q- ^, g. f: r3 W1 JBut I could have told you, Vincent, K8 X' T0 ^ }: e6 \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ h; M+ I3 \3 e: B4 fFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 z( P1 X2 j7 ` N- {! p1 n2 VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% l$ ^ C$ r( H2 m& s: ?; D9 }6 uThe 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,
1 C& ?" i, j ]How you suffered for you sanity,
: x3 Z4 d* K7 F: |- W) BHow you tried to set them free, - v' F/ Y) D' U! }! y! o3 q
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ O* e- G, s5 j/ _, P" T
Perhaps they never will. |
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