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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 P @4 J4 |+ i \ @* U% H+ }- l8 OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ ~: ]3 P& X1 j% D- `. E& ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 c/ [* q! E1 c" wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - f6 c L2 W) H) ` M* e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. M" S1 I7 w" b, g4 T" P3 W( A1 SHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 Z' p/ {0 |* xHow you tried to set them free, . q" O9 b+ u% x" b, m+ q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( n+ f0 ^! L1 z4 U% bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 z+ n3 k2 C( b7 @7 O! d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / [% |+ W7 u( w' }4 Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 | u8 O9 v2 H+ U: a) C! |) h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ K7 t* F; c! z7 I R$ UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 b0 S" j0 D( B0 C1 ?1 W( ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
t6 O7 x' {, e+ j% F2 @You took your life as lovers ofter do, % c- J' O+ O9 u$ |, s) D/ h
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; \3 ~1 f0 p# S" U: q9 W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 V, i! Q* T0 w0 s% S5 z& mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& c4 H+ x* P6 WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ~! L$ I2 B8 `. B" E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! U6 {' E! L; |, bThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 Q3 {; }4 {6 }4 M: T" u$ H" t8 [
* Y$ g) u" t4 `5 N* [6 d5 vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 j/ R" n- ?8 A4 g$ `: r9 }. sHow you suffered for you sanity,! b" d, r! I- m, x
How you tried to set them free,
( M5 h/ g4 w; Y4 c4 fThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& l- P8 D' `% F6 M. O' x" d9 UPerhaps they never will. |
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