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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! ~2 |1 P+ K j6 u( g0 \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 Q' \3 A: _4 D' L+ AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& e: G3 m- R: I7 n# L; F- Q) yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 i! \" q% K7 p9 X3 Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 n. j$ l& i3 |/ _& eHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 _$ \' @! T8 g, ^4 B$ sHow you tried to set them free, # G8 E( P5 l6 G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( J0 c: l x8 i) PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; D( F K: }7 M8 Z0 z7 r" rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : O% H4 b% S: w6 T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % C4 S1 w% q2 B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 k7 [ r" B, d8 s6 ?0 nFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 t+ ]/ b" w3 Q" o \$ L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : v ]* ^$ D* R# d% p
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: l- U+ y* g$ s- I/ ?! TBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) I9 b% R/ z+ m4 B( f' }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 N# R5 M& U$ P9 @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / A2 h8 w5 b, V, |9 b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 J2 f1 r9 F! P* o0 l, ]# e) mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " [+ ^2 o% x' r" b2 \& c
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! U% W, F) {, N+ G5 @( V
' f2 @: O `3 H4 oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , r4 M9 p! Z7 q) Q- F2 K
How you suffered for you sanity,; K* B2 h) X* A# ?
How you tried to set them free,
) q$ r/ ?' y& o; GThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 V1 R7 `0 [( d5 r$ M( wPerhaps they never will. |
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