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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 V9 ~4 L. C7 b1 l! P% P' JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 e M: s6 y. h7 @, g, z& xShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 R2 j' \, |1 TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 n7 S) P1 W: W2 b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' {, {9 x6 b, g: M9 s) B. t
How you suffered for you sanity,
, ?0 F5 A1 s0 Z& k9 V6 p5 F9 V4 IHow you tried to set them free, " c+ _, e0 |! _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# d: _) K4 N' D6 |' D9 o9 TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 w5 D, k/ f8 e* c* q( J# a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " g3 ?" E7 ~1 b3 C0 E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : q7 I6 k( S7 W: ^0 ]( I
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( X, y6 \) c7 Z4 U+ M( @
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) R5 G5 J# T+ l: i1 F, q6 xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 J2 n0 v% o7 _+ a8 I$ L, T
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, }( a3 h% n# b* A6 m1 E5 B7 o& @: UBut I could have told you, Vincent, / F" u0 _$ N0 q8 m6 c: [8 K6 y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 J5 ~1 p8 n& C% N1 m& aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' U, T0 z1 s# nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& P" |5 E( z/ | ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 Y% g% s% b5 `! A9 Q- X% |. z- o5 z3 BThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 Q6 g. J2 W1 `6 d! Q
4 V& X* I/ d! T ~7 f7 ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 a. E' c+ @" v! |/ N L6 |
How you suffered for you sanity,
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They would not listen they're not listening still, & y: Z! Z8 F/ J- W: R% O
Perhaps they never will. |
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