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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ {( `0 y9 A. x* m1 p& TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- h5 N' g0 L3 _: kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( S6 ~* Q- E H7 n3 v6 kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) ~; y* i9 z- |* ]$ Z, j7 g1 I! z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; S. a. k+ a6 N" {! SHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 D2 f- F; \/ _. ]
How you tried to set them free, * U( F2 F9 F! _. n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ C5 H0 c2 Z0 Y5 MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. N# v7 g4 i) L8 @; d5 qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% ]+ }& g3 a$ [% b! D0 dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 V7 ^" G8 ^' a8 B" X3 j2 l, G# m
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & Y* T0 h/ u2 y" d7 G$ f
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& V Z; t1 S$ b$ Z0 b7 v# IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : V( N% R9 U r$ i! u
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) b/ _3 d3 R) `8 y6 ^' c
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% ]7 {( F3 v1 ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 P2 Q5 Y+ s/ \5 |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% ]4 h( U. U+ s( |% QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 b! Q1 \ ~; f, w, N) G" Z0 z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 {5 y2 T7 V# H4 EThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 c( I, Y$ w# L& l) [( ]How you suffered for you sanity,9 e- {4 E) z) Q k- z8 j
How you tried to set them free, 8 J0 z' M) q% b; l6 {" m8 u
They would not listen they're not listening still, % B( g2 d9 A; g) t0 j4 k
Perhaps they never will. |
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