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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 W. t. a. N8 S; L# D, `: \9 o- DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" p0 E2 s2 n& n4 e4 gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 f. [6 i3 |0 W C j% c" j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) `, Q8 U$ o- z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 ]1 E$ |2 F% _4 R
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 ^/ y$ Z' ^3 x0 J. B: Y. G
How you tried to set them free, * S% t# Z S0 x+ k J1 ^* L: i) v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : s/ h l6 u, z8 p! D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% J+ Y% }: z! w# u+ X( U; ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & ~3 X1 \/ h$ T: ~
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " v2 @0 b( e# l9 n Y3 v, }* m; b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 p8 I1 \0 ` p4 j! M; MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 ]* j* K, n& V" M7 Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # [. }6 ]4 r) c5 `' k. h
You took your life as lovers ofter do, F, M. o6 E. a f3 H/ U
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 d9 x3 V# s2 B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 W; f5 T# j4 H. p% V T0 M
* r7 w: D' B( uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; q5 n+ }/ p4 P5 C; p$ X& x/ [# f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , V S0 X; ?, E/ m) T( V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: g& V* y1 B% L+ fThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! l, M6 }" T. r% L$ H4 [5 l
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' o6 K% q- H/ s! T. y- MHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 x6 [- K2 w! K7 \. c. MHow you tried to set them free, ! |9 T0 k$ B8 g/ ]6 ~6 H" a9 w4 A
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 ] T9 [# r/ R
Perhaps they never will. |
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