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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! |7 P2 B5 f( k. [; p2 i+ a; dLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) ~1 G+ s% x0 `7 ~. O* W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; I/ `8 k' b4 W/ o$ E0 e- R/ ~" _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, W2 I, f* O1 X; I8 O a* `6 X! @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 g) c. n: n( s% x3 ^2 p
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 V# F9 Q, l; [5 a, t2 }- u" P& A
How you tried to set them free, - M/ l% w8 `. R4 ^5 p( t2 J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) B: h' v+ ]/ n% A5 G* BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 T; I0 M3 q1 ]& _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 A2 C1 b, }$ CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 K. F! U8 p8 ]# p1 p L' RWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " p$ r# l5 f. v, ]; q! j
2 W* P. c% k6 O+ a; vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # Z: u5 \- d9 m( k8 e; J
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / ]0 T! K" l; d: [. r! f$ }
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / `. l/ x: \" Z( a+ y& m3 v
But I could have told you, Vincent, A1 t# L& a3 A. ~/ _$ @5 k$ G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& H# t5 Y% k- C9 JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, ~) |: e' \) A8 x8 \, }8 kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 d& i: `; x8 r( v H
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, : O* [0 r5 C0 L5 @: d8 t
How you suffered for you sanity,
% B6 t6 q, j9 DHow you tried to set them free,
) Z" D* l) L* S/ p1 mThey would not listen they're not listening still, & z* S0 x; m, P
Perhaps they never will. |
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