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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 k: j2 ~' i2 i) C5 M# ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; z7 Z0 t3 G4 x8 `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 E3 Z! u& @7 P& z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 z$ l N6 i3 n2 Y/ Q) C- }1 D4 b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( E+ A* G& ?0 Z3 a+ j
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 o2 J* b$ ~2 T$ K& K* G) ]( D" X
How you tried to set them free, " D% H$ `! L( S- _% M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 J1 X4 q0 T! O( r9 rStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ r# F# }' G8 }; L6 ^: g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 `1 |5 s. o2 o( w) A- ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. C2 H1 M! F# [6 }3 h( f9 _Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! `' l0 e2 d1 d& s( c8 u l# XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ i9 _' n, P7 [# ~' sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ R7 N) D5 J R9 K$ W( ^' q: q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 m2 {* p! D3 o4 j H: w$ m# ]
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ a. |3 }; p7 K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % R/ F( C8 `4 ?- P
4 y6 b& w& P- R& w* I, ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ n9 f# N W- W! ~/ I5 jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 w* ]* l' c1 |) z. j; p0 Y1 P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 D: Y, o) T' EThe 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,
3 ?" s; z6 p: n" j' n/ Y9 dHow you suffered for you sanity,
# U; a( l5 h: l' w7 kHow you tried to set them free, & \3 N$ k1 T- \& V4 R3 H
They would not listen they're not listening still, & U- ~) _# E( p8 O) A/ t' X
Perhaps they never will. |
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