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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; k# G8 \. {8 J: B6 K, y( a. WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # |: `9 T. }( c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( S; k% m" u" T1 f# W9 ^$ v: n' SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( d3 p/ n! `; vNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" k. w+ A3 F- U! Q: v7 }How you suffered for you sanity, * k% u8 ~9 j5 x' p
How you tried to set them free,
5 c! `+ W0 j3 i6 @! Z5 QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' G" O/ O. n9 R5 r) A2 `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* V; W' Z; `$ W. s6 mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( u0 d' i. w* fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ e/ M7 S2 m+ _Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 p0 S6 i- J. [2 F
( {, w" d3 I! F0 s& C* Z0 XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 M1 K) g( L- R, t0 vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 I" e) N4 S- R5 h+ x8 c
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; w' F( G/ O7 w7 RBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: ~; K; W2 E5 mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; ]# ]* q7 w3 \$ L) ?# K9 [- IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 x0 x2 a; |. qFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, A! b2 T1 z2 s% O- p tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, r7 ~- J& o* v7 U5 |* W- EThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # ?& ?- I* J) e+ B, k( k4 b
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 m+ d$ [% T! ~! \3 T5 p0 Z" v: n' G
How you suffered for you sanity,- k! l0 I. g$ E. \3 `
How you tried to set them free, 7 K: K' b) b [" o+ u! ]2 q# X
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- w7 A Y7 c! o- @& h, s. S! LPerhaps they never will. |
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