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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. @6 z- p# |5 h" W* PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + Q7 V+ u7 h9 c3 N. H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. i% C9 E& h* [+ }0 w* k: E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 _% P, o0 D' z& {6 [: N- U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ H. ^9 y. Y5 s0 CHow you suffered for you sanity,
~7 K+ S! j6 P& RHow you tried to set them free,
M; u' s5 N0 X2 e' @$ l2 r" c1 pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; t: ?& E9 d% f, W' E) }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, k$ c; m" h0 y1 k6 pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 S& J7 u [9 c+ OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# @+ @& W0 R4 s% C; W5 u4 yWeathered 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, 2 a3 }# H1 d1 D8 t/ S- O, d2 K! g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 X$ v$ e* |- H/ dYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! V9 P1 Y; ^5 r& c1 a. o0 D dBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; I$ i) F( |# I% @- N5 }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 }5 ^* u8 S2 d0 |3 cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; V. W3 e; F: M( ~# ]! Z$ H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' u; W+ k8 J1 J* `3 `& ?& m! Y3 O" SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! g' }0 D' F$ m. E
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! }' R3 s( B4 F1 N7 K' i
How you suffered for you sanity,
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They would not listen they're not listening still, , J, p: v3 p" \
Perhaps they never will. |
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