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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 O8 e S/ a- w, A
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ @2 p. ^: h% y2 U' wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: y; n" t0 G, M5 J3 ~2 J+ |% M WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % e6 O+ m( L% c& P/ y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* [! Q8 @6 h: X- iHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 s! A& [4 O, N; B
How you tried to set them free,
& b& r) ]: ~" e" z% c- IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 ~2 e) t& @: I* vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' D( u! ~! h4 ~" @7 U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 F# P" s# A/ |9 DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# L2 f! t. r( K4 EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 ^& s" [' X$ \9 e+ i E+ H: d; |4 jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 S, j& g. k! C8 W( t/ ?7 nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 N1 z& V( E" B' ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ S) U' o+ D, ` l; @0 N$ yBut I could have told you, Vincent,
V+ {2 ~2 z! R! c0 n+ p# eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 e2 [. j- L# B$ R; B1 DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- V0 {* Y8 L6 d8 S, U1 }1 x2 fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! D6 b$ N$ X( D. X; VThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % d: A! |) l( ^& o6 H
% K f. N& h( p. h" }+ kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . n! a4 X' r" k$ B! R
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ X8 H) g" V& o, x+ u( BHow you tried to set them free, ! c9 E' b* _ f* u6 U) c
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 P$ g2 h+ D, U3 p' L! DPerhaps they never will. |
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