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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* [6 e" p7 i$ b2 l. x8 z; u" t, \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & o, k0 E, t0 }. G- m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! [: p4 W9 ~6 y& n6 c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- U6 |/ x( h' CNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! X R" ?/ z8 {7 uHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 i: ~9 W# {$ I' a2 ]+ X7 `( aHow you tried to set them free, 4 v- Z+ b9 G6 k' Q2 L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; D n# s5 a# b5 v" ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 T% c7 {% \- f1 ] c/ RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 U0 O( Y0 x! H0 j( n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! I0 ~# d6 i4 tWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . t& ^( p6 e6 v8 G; ]2 ^# f
+ w" }+ u7 i% A+ sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( w( f% f: m+ C7 x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 m: Q: x' ]- m
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 X/ L0 ]( d8 y2 M( q, c7 E* f HBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; x; W; T; ]8 X0 K7 y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 }7 d; j& I3 V* U* M! s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 V2 v, c o' M6 ^- z6 ^) K2 B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 Z, P0 n4 p. y6 |$ hThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . W& J1 D: W! c; t( [
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 A7 H% ?1 m4 f! x U, bHow you suffered for you sanity,
) N) R! C( @/ a; a- k3 eHow you tried to set them free, 8 H+ F5 O' p0 |! O* ?% D
They would not listen they're not listening still, I! `8 _: A0 R( J: ]/ P3 ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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