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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 D) r& g( ~1 Q9 E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 I, B2 k# E1 u/ J) v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! x9 W& c% B5 ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 X( }' {! G" f* F8 E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" a3 ]( e4 u* d# u8 \8 }: iHow you suffered for you sanity, . Z- V8 L! c) U
How you tried to set them free,
+ g# J2 @% R% Y8 W$ |4 k2 Y7 ?5 _: O( fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 e) |$ R, ^6 a- N" \% c- {4 V- yStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( z o/ W1 _3 g2 e$ s, B. {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' I2 [& K7 X2 t: i( ~6 g) eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ ~8 n" m# G8 K0 S6 h: DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 Q: m- O* o" Z! r
5 Y( F: E; [! k$ B( a% DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 k- Q0 ]2 J; w1 a6 Y: Q" JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ ]' C! a* ^7 C9 e" }6 X HYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # E% U, n4 d0 S) k) Q/ C$ W
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 K, g. t6 {5 @" ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ C: m+ P- T1 g0 R0 s7 ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* e0 v% i! S' ^1 L- Q% Y7 J- BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 U' Q# g. H* x$ g+ ~/ e" sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 C" }! G( O U% l
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" D: s e+ i! G# n9 Z4 |: ~5 {How you suffered for you sanity,
' R# T9 Z0 x4 f) x4 P K3 `How you tried to set them free,
0 ^8 c! Y- b& n$ J& w2 @They would not listen they're not listening still, $ i! x, Q& P/ q# l8 W
Perhaps they never will. |
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