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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 {3 _% ~$ ~: T, cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, J5 y( m, q1 C) S7 }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# G" P) J3 b$ I( _1 ^3 ]# P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 Y" d' \6 g9 T/ `0 kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,& { v Q7 |( Q Y6 @, S; Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 E5 {9 ^! u' ?9 Z% }& l( ^4 R+ kHow you tried to set them free, ^) J6 `1 o3 x! c7 `9 Z0 H
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ I# m _! c4 U& K4 eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & [# g3 m8 J5 r* d5 a- E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & G3 t# F; }- _3 h& V6 e J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) b0 H0 R8 B( e5 ~3 g- p A C
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# F( ^+ L* V2 t0 B( sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! s' y- K# x1 Q/ b5 JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / w- B0 g6 Z2 v1 P# ]* d
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; Y8 H" d% _5 v X" P. v! l0 e, qBut I could have told you, Vincent, 5 w2 E9 F2 C( [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; w& t% d: k2 wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 H) \7 j5 u( O5 I, Y1 R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% e b) c; [) u7 c3 vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# g- ?8 V% i6 l6 k- eThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 f( ]3 @) d3 R1 Y
How you suffered for you sanity,5 l. v, U V: A/ v
How you tried to set them free,
4 C* D* p3 l+ z$ `9 D, m( NThey would not listen they're not listening still, ( C1 X" l7 I) h! _# Z$ i
Perhaps they never will. |
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