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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( }; G/ y/ q0 |3 t$ `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' A2 T' t& z* AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 l3 ^6 e5 T2 G7 U D. @. ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * n5 j6 u' l5 W4 n/ D1 _7 M5 j
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, z+ O1 n4 o% b- s J! hHow you suffered for you sanity,
* B/ J @- C0 w& fHow you tried to set them free, ( `- { E' x0 u/ N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 b* F1 x* B9 e" q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: R R! l$ g0 OSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' H7 e) v5 `6 A) _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ q; d9 C+ ^9 T7 f. z6 Q# n6 FWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- T9 b* l% z8 d# ^6 i1 @# eFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 e, [- }8 g! o& @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; r6 Z* `2 K; _! _& t9 Y$ n# w% y( {You took your life as lovers ofter do, : g, [% P( Z4 t9 ]1 y' t/ c
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# o- H. q1 J: j# eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + l- F+ D% s% G3 _+ q0 Q
6 Z9 g) N* u4 P- ?/ f2 t9 I6 XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ y W( z+ |, I# \# d+ |* K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 U" L! z/ n' C5 h ?* OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ X: h6 L G: aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 _1 `0 T, Q0 xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, H" H- C3 {. @- L5 y8 B! KHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 U( n! B0 y$ d1 P. ]5 BHow you tried to set them free,
% o1 ]: K3 C0 i% O/ AThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ W# m _1 ?# w$ H8 w- ]6 L% HPerhaps they never will. |
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