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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' l4 K# W5 W! m {/ I. l# O
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" G: D) E) i1 C( K" _: JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- i/ D% O. p( |7 p. ~. K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. J3 U3 K: w+ K& S1 k1 [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 O: E3 K5 C% T4 v/ QHow you suffered for you sanity, ! [6 h! p/ }$ h7 s; a9 X
How you tried to set them free, - T0 \- R) Z5 W0 k6 Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 Q& ` n8 ~! u" s: H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' Y8 P# u$ P D1 x" z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" y; h! P' T2 a% b. b1 ~. |5 eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, V0 X: m. X( j" }' b, l% ZWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " G' E% `, V" J0 |$ S6 n
' x$ K- e7 i+ s# {# WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 ~. u; E) q! f5 S( W, hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: \+ A! D/ k( TYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & `7 N( T. d4 ?+ U# @+ P
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" R; z3 w7 s% bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 ~' ]# K5 W- e% y: H( [4 m; H
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + V" V8 i# [9 @2 y/ L) e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. @1 W; {' {: ?( O3 XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! b0 T) ^0 D: P ^4 \- ZThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! w6 L( n6 n1 U7 O4 i6 _) i) INow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; I7 M! ?5 _2 k) J* gHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 D \3 k7 `+ ]6 k+ G4 |, G6 DHow you tried to set them free,
Z/ x2 l5 U5 Z3 pThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) [8 G8 ?+ b( s9 }: n' {9 U8 ZPerhaps they never will. |
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