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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; o3 L t$ T' b9 [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 |% c7 c2 r4 x# ~6 dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) {* W/ t7 k& w( K7 ?2 KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
c' M2 B. b- `+ t' lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 m& U9 O) D% f
How you suffered for you sanity, % n3 o* h& X7 a; [4 `
How you tried to set them free,
% J8 P8 K; O# [# OThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ x3 d' ^0 r% b6 Q# t% k: X" aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. o+ M9 V) \" g" v FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! h' P0 L& b4 C8 y4 |# y/ F$ R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 @# e! X8 `" j: N2 C( q4 A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 g1 F# |/ f7 e8 Q1 F$ Z0 `# F* kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# l! T1 L6 U! m' MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' {0 Z. f/ o0 h: M- W
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 m- j1 ?$ z6 N4 S4 u
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 N1 s- X( }: _" L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 _, ]+ y& `0 F: ?0 \
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " ^) R# s& q! N( N! m9 t% k% U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 v. L/ X7 [# m! Q+ Z! ?: f& w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 j5 Z& n5 P% ]( w3 K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , l& H9 L0 J0 E7 u8 F# t$ Y) m6 c
/ N3 ^* K; D7 @' u* PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& a/ |# m, n5 i5 J& x9 ~0 NHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 M- Z6 f1 d2 i% o }$ ^0 V( ]How you tried to set them free, $ {6 i- i7 y# e2 w, q
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' {8 J* L: n- m( z* k/ p4 U
Perhaps they never will. |
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