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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 {2 f" E8 i4 [- ]. Q% I- BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) {* J7 q, n8 YShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 ?8 T) R( D) D7 S7 v6 TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; K4 Z8 s4 D! F, I2 _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 Z) x- [4 d& {- _
How you suffered for you sanity, ) p3 r3 \1 y, R( S
How you tried to set them free, 4 g5 B* f3 M; X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 f: c$ A0 t3 w( M9 V# cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 e' |# P' F% F* d" H/ rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- c; Z" v. F% {% T% L# @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 `, p+ I9 _, Q! uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' z3 Z" x3 z$ g* I* b
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 O$ t$ C: A6 o, ]7 \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. I, o0 H: q5 C) Z( c& c9 O& fYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " O! b# b* H3 i
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! T; A) Q: q' a' s) R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # g, s/ I: o5 `" o5 |
# N; L' w: t$ b1 x* H; }1 ?1 lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 T' i. {! }' q q, ^5 @6 {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% x6 D$ E$ p4 [+ Z, t+ x& X- FLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ O' q. ]0 ]7 C! x7 r' ^. v8 jThe 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,
* n; V; J- H9 J5 d; F2 P }5 MHow you suffered for you sanity,. v9 E4 J) v3 ^
How you tried to set them free,
3 P, [- b R$ k- N- e" q& J1 Y6 mThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 `" |# J( t) e+ X" N
Perhaps they never will. |
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