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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & m/ }# ~/ e5 s$ G1 j3 ]! l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
j7 v/ w; D$ j- M1 wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* c( Y! y0 f7 L% pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' n# q2 a! x6 t5 |! S8 j3 D3 c( SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
K- [( b' C, U7 SHow you suffered for you sanity, * ^0 G& K$ x0 p' }& u6 L8 G
How you tried to set them free, ' z( z0 c+ \5 {; M& R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 ^/ l7 { p- P1 R! g, ^' p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% H3 w% G! C% ^, Q$ e. V5 A7 b4 bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' r+ \' I4 o2 ]0 Y6 KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 f$ {, x2 t9 \; A2 p d3 y; i9 w1 X: i
Weathered 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,
, N* |, q8 n4 t+ k$ H+ A7 Y9 pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! u" u/ T: ~4 i7 O% c5 lYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' r7 v% b S, ?$ `$ _7 a, N# b9 aBut I could have told you, Vincent, ' d9 m f! o( U) o; m0 Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 ^$ ^, h K# p1 `
2 y' Y" K6 s0 t; }* F6 _* R! \$ H" aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 G' a9 I+ K2 j- x" UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% k: g, q6 g+ b! q6 _* j7 KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 H: j/ j8 ^" \( `
The 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, / w7 g5 |6 T9 H. ?3 u
How you suffered for you sanity, p& z& R9 j3 s+ j. S. Q- q
How you tried to set them free, 8 y9 K8 a( P; U9 G5 w
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( N) \2 i i6 C+ }: iPerhaps they never will. |
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