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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 N% H, F$ x9 e( MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" _( k. Y3 j2 W) u! SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& U8 n' f) i; U% O" A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
f" c y) a! f7 a8 r2 D5 @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 k9 @4 L4 y0 HHow you suffered for you sanity, : P& a# E$ F! S6 |7 c7 b
How you tried to set them free, 6 S- }& Y5 N* D* H G/ A+ Z$ `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* H& `& n1 R* C( f/ e& N+ t9 oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- ~, h: g0 z0 [# DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 v r9 r' E' g$ ^7 o7 K j1 A- [4 t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 O p5 a7 ? A: z( P& E6 jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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* L+ @( m8 l0 i/ Q' UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 s, D. K6 G7 jAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 d9 v9 w; h; U Z* X4 ]9 tYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 g. `" Z' F* k6 L) T: P. f
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 r) H! `6 R1 `, ]! F" EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . }4 d$ g' o" }8 n2 i' X9 a
4 F+ L7 I6 `$ f! h9 F. K1 p3 nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 { W9 ~' i/ B% o' ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, e. B, [9 I' N/ p0 C& ^' jLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! _$ v0 c% B) PThe 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,
- ~& D: n6 ~# L& {How you suffered for you sanity,
+ l& C6 `$ P2 I6 ~4 n* A: j( yHow you tried to set them free,
" f) X5 z% m4 vThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" x0 H. c$ W' Y" O. H }Perhaps they never will. |
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