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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. N; Q0 h0 R& B. }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& h- O- H( ]3 N; k* WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 h5 s# ?8 u S% nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. U5 }2 p, S* l* Y8 _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 ?, ^# ^2 ~2 R# v/ b
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ U( b% O* ]$ A: R/ s9 XHow you tried to set them free, , O$ b5 X9 m* U1 O/ Q F) i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 \- u( S* j. b: |5 s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! u; w. n! [* P7 C, P) S7 U6 Q! LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' c/ y2 I& ~% {( X5 `$ W& F0 _7 {
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , K- \4 ?: b8 o* Y8 @" U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * Z& k' Y4 _, ]0 y6 L) u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 l6 Z# e/ @, A2 z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + M) j F {8 z q+ v/ P' l2 z
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 W8 Y ?- T( i9 d4 k
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 M7 W$ H9 m1 O7 n& _8 }" M; E8 V
& j& D& D) C) x9 R# ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 |! p! K! Z! I: R H4 [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 U$ P7 P9 \" Y& R* _: RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! K! l( c, @4 ]( xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& \% m+ }- \ L9 J" HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: Q" @2 b, T* VHow you suffered for you sanity,) \7 g- g$ Y1 }! ~5 x( U
How you tried to set them free, - s: Q9 \& }' Q- N1 i$ z' k
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. O0 O. f6 L& Y6 c- ?* n! H0 ZPerhaps they never will. |
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