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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- @8 y* j6 @, j7 N: CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 }& q3 c$ ~' G% M9 q( R0 n. wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' p+ \, y; h* \" e+ e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * }, x5 x. X! t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 z1 x4 K# I6 x0 Q- D: L
How you suffered for you sanity,
& ^' ~8 G) Y$ z% s3 G. m: F" OHow you tried to set them free,
3 {8 \+ M& o6 w2 f; O3 }! aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. A. I3 ]) R0 \" iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& m6 ]- u$ L0 X* x2 hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 a9 I! ^ x: \& o- L' yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + q9 N4 G. y7 v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 [! `8 b' T- [2 q' |* z9 j
) I2 ^ N# F1 o2 x8 ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 O' L- {8 B3 W7 c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 F# _3 O a0 f, K; MYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % n7 N- [& h; P
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 q4 b' t) z' KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 B( ?( [2 ^2 Y1 e: Z5 x. _% n4 B
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ [ g1 X {, s3 i$ S3 EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % B8 n7 }$ G6 f4 N9 o* ]! V. Y$ Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' R9 p" {6 @) }, C! b4 TThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' w! ~- D* z+ c4 Y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 X5 t, O4 a7 \8 W# K
How you suffered for you sanity,
& z- z e1 d Z$ `+ p' wHow you tried to set them free,
! h; ]" ^6 u. ~, a! BThey would not listen they're not listening still, 4 r0 j: {, P$ [
Perhaps they never will. |
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