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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 }4 I3 i6 m2 I- l" tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 J: M L- q+ l* k( p/ e/ g, z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# g% B3 k' c& H: L3 Q' A. xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 ~5 y# \ e2 L; C( C3 c
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, ]: [) Z v0 [5 f
How you suffered for you sanity, i6 n& F) n5 S9 k
How you tried to set them free,
9 n2 Z" a/ W. J# Y$ S3 H4 mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. I# x P: l# d# j* ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . j, ~. G: J" e. O# w/ X
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) T% |+ k" H! c: W7 w, ?: N0 dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' x0 R* [- M' r: b5 W4 L& LWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 x4 ^; G) k7 O* l0 r4 |' GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ I2 E& F! `: W$ Y( Z) F( N! rYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! a/ I) [& i8 T; K K; O" Q$ iBut I could have told you, Vincent, 0 r6 W3 R! q4 O: \9 z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! k. _4 U; w+ t% M% j w
' {# @1 L8 V+ Z( A# o6 p7 q3 w+ U; RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # M' b6 \( {' K8 @8 p7 I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 U' m$ M" a) j1 eLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! a" k" j" `0 MThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& p+ R1 D4 z% h9 sHow you suffered for you sanity,
( ^& Q( m* J$ V. N5 H9 \( r( eHow you tried to set them free,
6 [1 k! _+ o% v; a# [They would not listen they're not listening still, . Q" S# s% S: v; j5 H: ?0 }3 y. s
Perhaps they never will. |
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