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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; O# U" j. d+ y6 _% OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 p. `( b: m% c# [8 X0 y- ?8 K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 W4 n3 P8 _- U5 U
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 E4 `& O4 F& b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- j6 i' ?9 w& }- }How you suffered for you sanity,
( |3 X4 h: T, s5 X; ?; QHow you tried to set them free, / N+ u( Z7 W" |0 c8 }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 z% u5 ~/ z% x! r* _( m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 @6 d) | t P, _% v! h8 H7 K. WSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! h- a" E7 A$ q- H: VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 Q ^6 j! y2 W8 K2 L+ n9 ?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, 2 W/ a2 k; Z7 N- h& F4 ?9 r# B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' Y* N& z- x; K' [* W3 P4 J6 p9 NYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! U' d, d- H9 S' {' xBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 x# A9 V" u% K( [! h. vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* L/ U; e& @# R' ?6 P$ oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( N: c! G* f; Q. U" OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 f, {0 D; _ H8 ?' i! fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 i, e' T: r1 u& yThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 z5 E, b m+ @1 _ D! z0 H0 ?
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : ^$ F# F0 W6 i9 K/ z7 J
How you suffered for you sanity,' s }; a% k" q. {
How you tried to set them free, ( X) y4 V7 l- S e( }
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 l- H7 L% h7 I" V5 `
Perhaps they never will. |
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