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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' ~( y/ `5 G* G0 ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / E% o, { ]! Q, r5 N0 `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! m0 y/ k+ C0 J3 lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% A' m5 C2 _& vNow I understand what you tried to say to me,6 h0 ]3 R) G4 n/ s. G4 M
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ L- ]* L8 e- R- B7 A7 EHow you tried to set them free,
4 V" F& V* z+ XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 Z% t( o0 s; t0 k' y6 c) kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' _- H+ m1 B6 N! X9 cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" |9 K$ M! l' X. \Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 t. s/ [( T& m! Q- v/ _
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,
4 Q7 R' N" Z5 I5 `& PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - [& _0 A6 o" m& R! z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 G* {( f3 h' \4 O/ H8 g2 D3 g3 IBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ h2 t& c9 E! J) [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- C# y4 `* f; ^ o* ?. GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 `; n( }9 v/ Q- V! _" ~/ U& [5 VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ `1 a# M; W0 Y4 }% ?8 rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . s. X3 k5 b/ a& P; a; Y; o
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + z1 b5 c; a, [7 w9 g! e+ ?- ~
% q3 {1 w+ u+ i8 ?. k' y, F; WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' u, f& v: m3 Z5 S; z) {
How you suffered for you sanity,! j2 f. F9 t' r9 Y D9 X5 c# z
How you tried to set them free,
$ J4 r9 O! [* h4 M9 R/ UThey would not listen they're not listening still, % u4 D: F( [: d8 B7 {5 w
Perhaps they never will. |
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