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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # O# k( _( P4 c0 J' e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, r6 i3 ~7 v4 H, E5 ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& h I$ O7 j, Y! m$ b( y! _$ W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& {* f+ ]3 f# u/ V2 G9 D& P# X7 n3 qNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# o5 X" e, W" Z2 R( A
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 o* s. M5 _1 j. L" r
How you tried to set them free,
, |" I/ L7 L$ u; uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 m P6 R6 l8 k: ~0 g& ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 F: X# ^1 M& j! Q3 XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 o) o' c, O+ R* xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' |3 ~5 f1 H7 _$ DWeathered 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,
# c* s6 i! m, ~ [* _, HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " Y+ e) l% a: }/ w0 n
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ V! g$ |% S; X. y- HBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ U: d: V) ]' c w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 O+ a3 }/ o q) l4 M) ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 e6 u7 i* O; B V; VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ S' D' i# F1 F$ z. u( ]! xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! }# s4 C4 s. w/ M: iThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : H. b' H) `- o
) ^% M6 U9 s; F! @" ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# Z2 b% T: F( {8 ]- I4 E8 R$ wHow you suffered for you sanity,+ N9 B+ d% C% {& L! v$ [7 g
How you tried to set them free,
5 h, A5 M% ?9 `, t5 UThey would not listen they're not listening still, 2 {6 b) {# K( R" E& p
Perhaps they never will. |
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