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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: l K: m5 R1 H* S. N/ _ cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % M; H% a- X. `7 T3 [3 O8 F- y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* e% d0 c/ n& U% R$ V! @$ {2 b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ B O4 v, T+ r, B4 V: z* FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 P8 u. b7 ~, B- x5 B
How you suffered for you sanity, & h0 j3 O1 G2 u, ^, N. d L0 L
How you tried to set them free,
, o$ p1 l& n% }, Q P% qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " O. ]. g( S N: q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - v) a5 M9 G( K# S+ \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 G$ ~6 S7 y: h5 i, c3 {: @/ s4 eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& A1 |0 j* }3 bWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ H; M& x$ K. x G* lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 @2 @. ?' H; C1 |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, e, a' j: L6 H! x% L; m
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 s; A1 A6 w/ m
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& C. u- V2 z: n2 k CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ ^& m" C1 H: p6 AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / T. w* t0 t+ X& y' t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# I/ R, g2 Q+ L/ e- p8 Q$ g2 dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ V" A+ x2 J0 k% w! |0 p2 GThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # n7 o9 g- J& G# @2 J9 i1 J7 `1 N
5 q! P( F$ U% LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 X" g3 Z* o) H5 g4 UHow you suffered for you sanity,
& Z$ ?* {1 G# M/ V8 G( dHow you tried to set them free, + G% X2 G; Z4 f6 _1 D9 d
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! l% i0 R% f* ^( e3 M+ ?0 Z$ L" f
Perhaps they never will. |
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