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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- h2 [( F' e9 @" h# k Z# q/ RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- b2 y b% _8 xShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. }: G0 k' ?# a% r1 A( HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , c7 s# i3 {1 I" t' g$ b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- w; B4 _, m4 C! A" n; YHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 V8 U' E" D% |: a
How you tried to set them free, 3 U1 `6 e: ~+ S& [" Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. N) A9 K& X; s1 X# t8 FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( T C% E+ k0 J( h- f( LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 U, g/ s3 j& EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ `6 N# y) |1 B& z" w
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,
8 g) N& m1 W1 C, b& z: KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / e1 ~# g- @# |0 r1 R. N6 B/ `
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & }8 |/ Z! E& \9 i5 n5 x
But I could have told you, Vincent,
Y: ~( E1 M1 W4 JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % ^" g; G \# N3 g
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( J6 T" j3 i0 m- \4 M( iFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ F2 v) |) T& M
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% w: K6 b- t. H; I Z2 pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + T8 V' ~- b! A( `, m$ I$ W% f
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 F: m% Y2 ~ V, aHow you suffered for you sanity,4 l; f- } o/ s [
How you tried to set them free,
& A; t5 y) G' m2 @They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 v) U r( }1 U, E* I5 ^0 D
Perhaps they never will. |
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