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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 g0 q7 q5 R/ b; N7 y- ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ P+ k0 m |4 P( d$ Q/ UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# P( d. E. K* A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" V4 F8 h* E0 W' U! d: ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,
% t9 y3 s# }; ?0 H6 @. r# dHow you suffered for you sanity, - S: ?8 R8 f6 S1 a F& r
How you tried to set them free, ( H- `# C8 _( [! `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # g" L( \# Z, G& k3 F* \3 J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 u7 i5 C( ` j+ ~2 w6 zSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( `7 ^6 G/ v5 l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 E7 Z8 i' M8 L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 V- ^% V2 a# }. ]) s6 p8 b
9 `' P9 m7 c& q% @6 r% NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, d+ x* M$ \0 QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . W9 R f* W$ G4 m/ s7 d- p
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 o E! Z- M: ]% Z: \/ C! {6 LBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" D. S3 q3 a7 ]! H% N0 bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 G6 v6 c5 K1 L- y# a1 oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 t/ B; j% b" ]! K& e5 H6 h) yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; |$ i9 ?$ K8 j6 V2 }# v, vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( l3 h7 Z) g3 ` I L. I! ^7 w
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! u. n4 J& r) f) b' mHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 p4 ?2 e$ l8 XHow you tried to set them free,
# G4 L5 d. Q9 k% N T6 t5 [ ~They would not listen they're not listening still, " Y' D4 M8 r9 S0 I" H
Perhaps they never will. |
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