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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 [3 m2 s$ c0 Q( V( N- c+ gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 C. h% E* V! Z: L- M+ |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ v! R( Q1 Q& |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. a! W+ |2 z) KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 |% q9 E4 K6 p8 Y+ E4 kHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 r: @. J8 i$ D' Y+ J4 H- h
How you tried to set them free, 9 r- q' v, D1 z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ x7 l7 M1 J9 g# u( Z7 n R% ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : _9 ?) U9 Y' X$ ?$ e6 s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 C% }7 l( s; b: [0 f5 z7 c( XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# }: O; w/ r% b4 p4 S: \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 t0 I# _5 Q! Q2 k- S. m
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( V6 a* b* J! @+ G; I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) \* |( D4 _+ T! ]% u, {- {% c" H: ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 l6 e: I( B& f+ d, `But I could have told you, Vincent, ( g+ t/ x% h+ }3 ~: h% j |1 F0 p. l; m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 g9 U" _/ Q# x3 N: H* a, E: Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! U% K2 C1 B" r; ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # l. o4 n1 j- a T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; e9 h2 S. S! U! [. j7 m; Y5 d
+ C4 n x7 \$ E8 ^" x) K, R+ iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 Z5 \5 f0 V8 D
How you suffered for you sanity,+ c7 z1 p+ T# X; p' [( l
How you tried to set them free, . v, {) Q/ R' w0 G9 ~
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! a8 l& B& u5 P' T' _
Perhaps they never will. |
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