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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 V" B/ k2 w. b% a% \9 WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% t" e: ^8 g4 Z LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' u% I! s! {4 Z* d7 f. P8 mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, w- ]; J8 {/ N' g1 Q @% a$ \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, A/ z5 [2 |- u3 ~; q1 [How you suffered for you sanity, 0 O: t! f3 G M+ m" j5 ?
How you tried to set them free, 9 R# F3 L; x3 ]$ \1 D# c1 \' k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) h' ?4 c$ g7 N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' F# B8 g: _4 }+ uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % F4 Y& e) s8 T; h3 f& T! M, \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- ]4 m; Z6 w1 Z$ a* y# [9 I" |0 }3 }Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. x" Z h3 m7 b
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ u6 x+ `! \% \9 S* X2 t- v% jAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 i) e: t; Z+ h; f* s2 DYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 d3 I% N4 J. t8 WBut I could have told you, Vincent, * M, O" \! n% F+ B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # Q2 s# A1 {8 a5 a
" }4 e$ i3 C4 ~$ G2 b9 wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, F& m+ S7 V' `2 ?5 MFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # i$ H- ]6 e7 K% h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ P7 _' i) L* l; _+ QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 p# ?3 ^9 q( H* }
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ K5 W k4 J2 d1 G5 m
How you suffered for you sanity,& S" z$ U3 c8 M, c3 i
How you tried to set them free,
* \: R" v b v# {( [! P6 \They would not listen they're not listening still, ) [: D) s m* `/ S. Q6 O
Perhaps they never will. |
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