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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " |/ s' {* J$ w. v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
V" x8 [6 m: p" i6 B4 U: PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 ~ \% i1 f- y3 X
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! d& H- r) E7 ]6 l: JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# v. P) K3 \' x5 @( \3 IHow you suffered for you sanity,
: n- ]" C: ~$ d( eHow you tried to set them free, ' O6 k7 `( C% w" ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* P; v4 n/ {) y. kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# @6 q; ^+ q6 Y p. f( OSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- D G8 ~" _" q% L& `# d/ HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 A, l. v c. R1 o$ GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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* e) g1 m- e* _: {, o. P* cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: N, d6 r; t N7 {0 vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 B& h6 t: ]+ y+ i
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & s' s$ n2 C# D5 ?
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 Q0 B1 C. y3 I; ]) y* YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 _& X& s" w# Q$ e% R, l* s+ _0 _! e/ D
/ \+ K* a P9 ?3 ]4 J+ x$ qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 ~, K2 O# P6 b( A3 @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 n! a, X* p) d* z1 T0 o N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , C, a) _* V1 p2 y
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,
( z8 d, P+ j* f% x& eHow you suffered for you sanity,
* j5 d7 o3 r( p1 s$ \How you tried to set them free,
7 ~& a6 Q" T; ?/ k% S% o) x+ g/ ZThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 j& b/ A0 \+ }' n `) ?Perhaps they never will. |
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