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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% V2 S- b! u& |: d% M1 ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# i$ e0 s* C3 _: _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 U7 t' R! T `$ O0 |! Y$ [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
y2 B. k7 I; }. r' UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 K: m' i4 h; O, V& m& B! y4 UHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 l; S' w4 k8 l' z' ?
How you tried to set them free, 0 h/ B# \' U" x) i3 v4 J* [1 w0 y+ O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 G% ^5 C' k/ B! j/ P2 z0 B3 zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * z# C/ M+ l, I2 W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- G+ s. T% w+ n, uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 K5 d" ^& C% O' X! ]# L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; T9 O3 x6 e: {
/ P& q4 P9 C& R* V9 x' iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 b5 D+ y7 L$ Z& ^( MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
{7 T5 U% }, G' v) m# E5 sYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 _( o2 ^0 \- x8 S
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 z! m# ?2 b% B8 x; PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& ~" h. }. |! @, K% b1 N5 ^0 f5 VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( T2 ^% A$ {$ i0 [; S! |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 j! Y$ E% U( C; @. f
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + A( h9 t/ c2 H1 J' n: y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 M' ?0 x5 _6 ], B D
How you suffered for you sanity,8 |2 o6 a/ e- p0 H4 c3 X
How you tried to set them free, # T, H+ O' Z" }$ M
They would not listen they're not listening still, . e1 r H1 E8 P. w& I
Perhaps they never will. |
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