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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ T; B, ^" m) ?" t5 kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# o) f, N+ \' \. t* a+ y7 Z2 }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& r& u6 x% u7 H+ HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * I) A/ I2 N" Q, c6 I I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( v3 @4 o2 J+ D3 q7 C; L' n
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ e* B7 h: Y! I# mHow you tried to set them free, 7 Y! U" l2 n. {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 q9 b/ n& h% r0 n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 V$ W( J& L2 ?+ B5 WSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( P* o3 [: K! [/ c1 L/ _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: I; ?! ^. l6 v) mWeathered 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, + n% @9 D+ q, G. z+ O# k/ f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 _; M5 p1 _- U: [( e, H& G& a" o
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: b8 r1 P; z' i: r' B8 xBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ \3 g! U) ~3 L$ _2 @ i* E) u; OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - G# v% a& ~, E" }; U, u) A; ~
) S) m' @0 P& q) L* e. `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( I% n# s# p$ s2 V7 D2 KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : J& J; B' b' H/ s( Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! x V$ u/ [4 S A9 R- `The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# [1 ?' `3 V P0 R2 G8 {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 g. j# L' Y# ZHow you suffered for you sanity,+ ]% `6 Y, X+ Q
How you tried to set them free,
3 l0 r) Y8 Q/ AThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ G, {/ w, E* I2 u: v7 m, LPerhaps they never will. |
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