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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 c6 F ?, v9 e4 cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 h. v1 ?, `9 H, h! P, e: ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 ], U7 J* `/ D% w8 B [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 D8 i/ u9 u/ N3 U2 y6 I! \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 V+ x0 L& M0 K/ q* L1 AHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 X: x- \5 F4 THow you tried to set them free, ! a6 M# n; c g# ]5 X# r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - Q# t) n- ?: F9 f9 e: _& g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 ]/ |! j8 `. ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % t8 F( R& F' W& U3 }6 t- k' v! ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& K3 w- H* k) ]- B, IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 h2 Y6 p# P- v3 A5 c- m5 e
, I& a4 y" i6 {( CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! {" _( w1 a" B8 {# M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) N- c7 J0 p3 c/ T4 X, \& c
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " k5 j4 Z, }1 q# r) U
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 @9 w8 M5 G3 n: u8 W7 H& i5 L6 G% b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 v+ V) I# ^7 A8 p, v' ~ }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 e7 u) P6 f: h1 n& g8 IFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- r4 K+ w0 D7 N' a0 K2 gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 T, i6 I; {8 |& b% U9 f6 r, \+ i* QThe 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, : X9 u) K: |. e6 o& t; T' z
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 g$ {$ M4 _4 X2 M+ e( XHow you tried to set them free,
4 x L+ Z' U% D0 DThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 Y6 p; i, B9 j5 n
Perhaps they never will. |
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