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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 \6 L/ y3 x- X3 ]% nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 Q/ }$ r1 C: h9 J& u2 j v7 ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 h3 Y( F9 J _& j8 P0 v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 ~/ `0 U6 j" t9 ?* }3 p# E! D4 Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," |% G' c+ c3 N; _$ `
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 n8 o6 I6 H% \& z1 X% L( XHow you tried to set them free,
% Y" W3 C$ V$ BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 c5 V7 @6 Q E* S' @& u' r6 WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 K6 h) n! N9 R8 i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; `1 J4 h2 d4 }# EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 c$ ^0 e) J, {( y7 o6 w( eWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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* u8 | q c! YFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, Y( K3 T0 o/ _, [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 T2 [' o2 k8 F& sYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " x4 @. f3 f. ~) b% B/ v% G9 o
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) } C1 V/ o# y/ T2 R3 S2 _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - }# j& [! C! K) `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ G* a5 j2 b& L: GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! H+ t0 s* [/ J) DThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % c$ y5 Q0 `' P) |0 E" V; U# l, m$ }
A g Y3 n. R6 V# [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! j' f) k8 w" f) q+ L u2 C
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ t- x0 z- j' ~; W2 _% UHow you tried to set them free,
. [% O& P z) h$ \They would not listen they're not listening still, : ^" Q) v9 S. f+ |6 I4 }6 g; I
Perhaps they never will. |
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