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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ S% `& T |' q/ g' W- R. ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% C5 V( C' _, s3 y. p+ qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! p R- A7 |1 [% }& r0 z8 D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' P) S& P: P) b& n6 Z9 K
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% N8 V4 w5 E3 A" |: Y' w" t
How you suffered for you sanity,
a! ~, {( u y) q2 KHow you tried to set them free,
" n7 ]9 i$ T! J3 m9 CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / e8 s" { a- U+ n- u7 k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / j" `6 i7 D. q+ _; I/ i0 g2 H, }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 V* S8 u) t& N. HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- H' b3 |6 d9 \4 FWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # k, D% R# f+ I/ F$ ]# n
6 N& v- U: B0 v* x2 F1 b4 oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
i6 |% P! K1 Q$ z1 H" s' yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 b% y# {) b: {* I: G: }5 |$ X
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + j: n% ~9 F5 F
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 l$ Q) k& r( A8 ?8 }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& m3 r N7 p3 E2 h/ C2 EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 o- `8 V$ b* X+ h7 pFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. s& p% W) k' k( G1 i6 b% ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 o! z/ M9 K. p7 R: o9 s0 x* jThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ [7 o1 j: S' i& B r: d
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, , G8 J; G8 d: ^. x
How you suffered for you sanity,* _( ~" n; M- {% O' [6 `
How you tried to set them free,
3 i# d7 M% E3 @; Y% P& @) zThey would not listen they're not listening still, 9 t: D' I ~6 h4 d( L) e
Perhaps they never will. |
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