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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, R& s8 T( k) {2 Z! ^, [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, Q, ?$ d3 y* v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 u& J/ d5 h( X
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 @( p+ v; b: }# n) }& w+ s+ g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 z( l9 H$ b" U- qHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 S' x8 k- X z7 N. ?How you tried to set them free,
( o6 d$ u. n' a4 SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 @' K% y. Y( \6 tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 W' e& |3 f0 r' S' W7 o. wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, Z( _: I/ ]9 P, v: ?9 ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, {) E1 q; E( O* e+ P3 h! }) D' a4 X [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,
: o% l8 p* ^ D$ PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ Z: X" F) v) j4 S. zYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 o8 ^4 X8 P! H4 S5 }- i7 ?& V
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 w5 {# [" k' \# V4 SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! V* q" f- [ G9 q# s" ]$ z8 |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 i; M5 u! T* _; d( F2 K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , `, B. {! B4 l3 g% Y' j/ u9 Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% L. T6 g R6 V# S* k2 BThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& C9 i g+ w- L+ m; QNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; v) f( D& y8 \( P/ t/ i7 Y
How you suffered for you sanity,( M4 Y. p- K: K. s n) E* P6 T% j
How you tried to set them free, $ E) j7 I& G3 ^( |+ k. j" F4 C
They would not listen they're not listening still, * s$ J4 Y5 T) @2 ]* t, r U
Perhaps they never will. |
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