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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % ?2 U8 e( w7 ~+ M; U! H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
Y4 z( _ e4 P4 x) Z: UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( l; k6 l* K! l; e# }0 F+ v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 |2 D: o( x. y7 lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. E" L5 E4 `# M" uHow you suffered for you sanity,
! O7 v; |( \) u+ t4 J9 \/ M. V2 dHow you tried to set them free,
; | B! w0 t- y5 T, ^- ~) BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* Z6 y* y+ n: W- j4 D( V1 w8 JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) s. x1 k: \9 W' x' J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ z$ W) ]9 K1 V4 w( r7 @, S! A# Z3 k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - y3 i( ~ C& ]* K( C8 w6 S$ t
Weathered 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, " k9 n# r6 {" R6 M3 m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( Q/ P. _" ` G. Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& N" L3 m% n( E+ A1 m/ b- H( _* yBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 C' p/ J: Y1 l+ H+ _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 d2 _* m2 X1 l
% P% w1 K! ]0 u( u+ wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ B, R/ i9 g1 }3 y( |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 f" G" ~& `+ o( z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 g ~; D* r5 L- G
The 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, " ]; Y: f' H3 b
How you suffered for you sanity,/ o$ n2 i1 G0 ~) K
How you tried to set them free,
6 ?1 O# q- O; M; M3 tThey would not listen they're not listening still, - I* K9 I; ]& d' P) h2 ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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