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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( @* \4 n' B( d3 x. t4 qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 @* X2 r1 o& s4 y1 V9 T! u" [- SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, f; M" ^0 D5 ]% U8 l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ x- Q- h0 E+ s. h( z9 ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,* ]6 W. r! p" F$ m+ M/ `6 Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
. a, v( O/ y$ NHow you tried to set them free, & S9 A. ]/ t6 K: ^& L% w) x F" T! J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 @2 O! d- `- }/ F+ m$ [- K' |% K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 Y( M4 X4 Y1 \' i+ u) l' L
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 d5 R( c1 ~6 Q$ p# g" Q) }: NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 d# q& }9 H" ?5 P# l4 V' ]! w- u
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 {$ l' i2 Y% B+ [. uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, x; D t4 D3 _1 E Z5 s; wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 Z8 V; [/ I! _/ \5 \0 C
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* \* _* J9 m z6 \) {But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 L4 Q' ~4 M7 d" s+ t% aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 \3 ^/ ]7 d9 c' B' O
( }( h; V1 I5 A& z# dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + ], B G0 k3 m8 f8 t0 i6 R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. v/ D8 G Y9 S3 l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! i5 W) C9 X7 B. y; P2 G% ]
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# `, M& g/ _/ Y# h9 ]% fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" t2 J6 E$ X% |; RHow you suffered for you sanity,
) n: l1 Z# i' J* j, O* ~How you tried to set them free, 2 T; ^6 o( {, R9 H* _) a0 c" t( H0 F0 F
They would not listen they're not listening still, : l1 M% [+ v- x7 l" `
Perhaps they never will. |
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