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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 ^% @- l$ h+ G! xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - `; o% Z0 A& M& d
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 B* o/ M! t8 c7 j9 W- H+ ^5 F1 u; N% wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # v$ x: ^- ]8 y6 z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ M! b) ]; `) @" ~9 k
How you suffered for you sanity, . F7 b% ~: z4 a$ b8 ^9 G& k# i
How you tried to set them free, % G* y9 H( L2 j) t9 q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. P* h" `2 h/ I2 T) M1 nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' `4 U5 E3 p6 \4 X, ~% u9 tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : I$ O3 |1 V0 ^1 @( a2 z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' N$ v0 v7 [9 \# J" D# u
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 L- E) b( J, w6 s$ }" T
( N* r1 b4 H7 {7 m" J+ LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 U6 K5 l4 p( G& l! y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( J, }* b/ r% N. Q+ v
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' n8 O6 q ^/ ]/ {2 }5 C" C9 ^
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 t7 D/ g! I$ q9 Y' l, b& F$ lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 O2 G& j0 @7 J- V& \9 W2 _
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) J) \; X8 X# v6 Q0 k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & n0 U+ ]1 D" G' N5 B: U3 ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / u8 s: l! Q8 j
The 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, ! `% U2 x2 y+ s& ~! {" e
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 Q5 m6 n4 x9 b" p( W1 M; D( oHow you tried to set them free, j' p) X$ W i/ n# q$ G6 C. ^
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( A9 w9 n0 t* L3 z% |
Perhaps they never will. |
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