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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' e9 f9 q. W( ?$ xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 ]3 h" O2 j4 U4 [) a QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 C" Q/ u' n5 W) C0 m* i" z9 W8 WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 a$ h5 y# G- O( t1 t6 \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- e4 t) X' y/ V$ S% \' nHow you suffered for you sanity,
& v! o, ?4 u( vHow you tried to set them free, 7 ^- w+ }0 F' _4 k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
t& h7 o/ v5 D( g# AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! M1 d, t* ]! s) n6 n! \9 SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % ^/ p: v( D9 [7 q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' Z! T& _6 b3 A; k, n9 n
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) U( \4 b9 W: }! NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : ]& o/ G9 x8 N! E: d3 y9 p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 x: R Q. v$ I+ t0 ?& yYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 }3 O2 X- ]3 v' \
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ Z9 X7 f8 @/ [& J- I! FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 \7 Q3 m( B4 [
# s( k- C! B# o' nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . ^8 V3 N6 @% \ H1 U# M! g' P
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 N ?. E& C% U5 Q+ v! ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 [; w6 z: d- J% ^* u% }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,
/ T9 k8 v( u4 s, PHow you suffered for you sanity,
& |, F& y' S* d$ p6 y: e& e: F& AHow you tried to set them free, 5 x8 ~9 c+ A4 f; k
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 R1 m. _# O3 Q/ K- ?. H% W
Perhaps they never will. |
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