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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 l, w7 s2 s# ]; P3 xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% s! f3 m o& Z% I. s# ?$ J# OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 W3 l/ I; R r J: K; r9 ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; y$ { N+ Q5 XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" ]( B) H* H1 E# @8 J1 mHow you suffered for you sanity,
( ^0 ~4 O( D7 I" m" e1 zHow you tried to set them free, - U5 t0 {) t; j i0 [5 d1 W9 y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + h% Z- w$ J5 j7 M6 }, j* s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * U9 w! K% k& C6 W1 c+ o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - w+ O& h# ^8 ^7 a' R6 T& @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, N$ k4 F @0 C/ K2 @/ d% Y3 DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % `3 |* o/ y, u- a9 x( y- \, h
) v* V' j; ~, w- aFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 M' y3 r3 m, Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 g* W# f2 ?+ Y/ j# i
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 Y" E% N2 H& g5 z4 N
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 M& [# q5 h( N4 J& e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 g! [' v/ S3 A5 WStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* Y* y: ?' x9 D* W9 ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 }3 I* b; p, F9 S9 X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + x) j4 B/ R. H8 g# @
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 ?4 n0 ]5 S3 H7 QNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : u4 j8 u* H8 g! F2 d
How you suffered for you sanity,
' [: U! l. d- H& m$ fHow you tried to set them free, 9 E7 u+ h5 V: p3 r' \
They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 @3 c7 n4 Q ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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