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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 @) z1 N. ?1 z0 A; O) Q9 lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* D6 v: D9 s8 V5 q) V& qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, D) n1 Y6 ~& |. _3 _8 ?9 Q2 C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 `* \( q/ v9 {! i# S" QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! S* q& K0 v' A0 GHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 A7 L8 s6 q a$ b- A2 N
How you tried to set them free, 1 Q! V. h* I. U; P8 b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 M& m% k6 y+ h+ q$ xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - t" z- W& e. s4 C' g& u3 ^0 S5 V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ v8 n2 l7 m# ^8 [ |3 N; H/ p) l7 LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + a3 b, ~& G- [- C& e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . m9 ~: Q. N% a6 R, K
+ E/ ]: M6 M( m) ^% IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. N& K W! b6 G! E: G* y P) `5 HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, U; H- B0 u6 F7 _1 s) C! @7 Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 W i& T2 s! f
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. D0 c# p- ?/ rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 z: r7 I7 N$ R8 j5 d, {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 ?9 I5 @( j z# s/ b- xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ q7 D+ Y# M8 T5 ~- t1 mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! L" H. [2 o1 l. ?
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) r+ k4 k7 Q5 [3 ]+ B" u+ }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 `' [9 D- l8 w+ |
How you suffered for you sanity,
q6 u1 O( |% ~How you tried to set them free, 9 j0 Y6 m: }9 K
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 m0 S( s9 Q% A# E6 s9 `
Perhaps they never will. |
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