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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! J3 n2 ?; g& _9 L4 G% r8 bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 u1 `3 Z) {, [& G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& X/ U; X3 B, Z- e' gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ `7 Q8 I g6 b# dNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ G. ~+ y+ N! A' G1 {9 L
How you suffered for you sanity, ) H5 F: r5 t+ n: z8 l/ K+ l
How you tried to set them free,
! q9 v& B& ? m3 [) o# j( |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 f+ S5 V: u9 L" K6 G/ N% R4 nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( Z# D+ A" D1 O' W) C/ G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 Q0 q( T6 `' Q) v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; a( W, D5 p/ [5 W# ^3 hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 }3 z. w `) @5 |6 `9 r. |
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- ^: ]3 R& t( ]1 q6 ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 q/ T& i- v3 [! b( pYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 Z8 ~2 J& e, t5 j9 o9 Z
But I could have told you, Vincent, - Q- T n9 M/ Q( n7 d4 B7 l
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - q; R1 G" P# G* N
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- v( @- a, U3 I# p, JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% | U" e- ]% c3 V8 t3 p7 }3 X& TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 I7 r7 p$ y; h# ^6 T0 IThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' L% [( F7 O- I( h% F# b
! C2 T9 B4 w* tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 F" k/ {9 l* N& T
How you suffered for you sanity,6 j1 g- b: u" o! o/ u% b
How you tried to set them free, ( z. s- _: H$ C6 X; X3 k# S
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( q$ F( ]+ t% U7 `
Perhaps they never will. |
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