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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 m0 e, M! i, S4 h6 W/ TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 X9 J6 R: E; K3 b
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* N" T+ `* b; V! P/ {7 N
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 q1 p$ [5 a0 }Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- b, ]2 N0 A. a4 m1 C3 U) d
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 f( f( M5 ^* H% ~! {; G) M; M6 jHow you tried to set them free,
& |3 n; @* i2 a9 n. R8 LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! w8 ^5 t$ X! ~: a. q6 L0 gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% {& Y0 U/ T3 |; iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # P. S" [ M* W9 Q) B; J1 c$ |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 X r g8 a- S$ e+ c$ _
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & J- a1 Z5 Y- k
* d+ j% d$ ?8 @( z8 Y3 IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) L' R& F# u: q$ T: Q( AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 Z. ` X: d; }3 m; G3 y1 s! j
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' m: B3 N3 u$ U& ]. n% oBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 }* z8 |" B& `5 i2 q2 g( p% QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, K% J+ a0 K3 E) n7 a7 ?+ `2 CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; a" z. Z+ k6 c! p$ {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 b2 P+ p# Z3 y7 w5 GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 A, G8 z3 V [) I1 |2 GThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 y% T1 f0 M6 X1 w R
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & s' }9 F1 e3 @& R
How you suffered for you sanity,
! W+ Q9 [6 F" ~7 g1 C gHow you tried to set them free, - O; O1 v8 ]1 H; t7 i+ i y
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( \8 W1 H Z: h2 R% p
Perhaps they never will. |
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