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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 p& Q- g; Z0 w" I' M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 Q7 a' d4 L/ aShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. n; E. t) b5 j" c0 w0 I" hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 S; x. J$ V, L3 F& p4 Z* J) j
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# X n- }, E+ d; d. c7 S. R( {: |How you suffered for you sanity, 0 C5 u+ t$ ^0 q( s/ q( P1 ~& q
How you tried to set them free,
4 j/ a* V/ x' M* }$ x" \5 ?! L$ nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( T2 ^5 n4 B% x$ x0 f' h+ @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* y! i3 u8 j. iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 v F; M- c ]" [% {' I) c. d0 GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
S) J" Z# K1 C( aWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 C, l3 b. E* {: e! S) \% ]
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : ?2 V# [( i( H z4 R4 U: L& T, \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : |8 Q: n3 F. s0 e$ _* O
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; ~1 k- C. O" [But I could have told you, Vincent,
# G3 S8 ^, E/ X2 FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% d- Z5 u/ R9 `7 XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ | F/ w# z: R* u: _* F( fFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % {0 A$ @8 x. J3 m! i( J3 m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# E7 B1 \1 ]8 }; R2 p4 B$ {* ~1 y( tThe 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 N3 H" F8 V- AHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 t# q5 C: C5 j' G YHow you tried to set them free,
+ k9 o7 A" [' o2 p6 |, DThey would not listen they're not listening still,
7 ]3 K- J( r4 x0 L i. Z$ KPerhaps they never will. |
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