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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. ]* ]9 C/ n* B/ ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& w) J2 S( }' i7 b6 c) ^( \6 QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) J+ p2 Y$ ]% A- \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # l/ _, k' D9 y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' u4 o5 c. m' S+ s% QHow you suffered for you sanity, - U9 b8 g0 N) e" m- X6 w, h% t
How you tried to set them free,
- F2 U B1 d! aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + ^- ~5 `! g G4 Z" Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ q0 B/ J; Y7 t2 D8 wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 E6 T. e& Z- Q% UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, i0 O2 T1 o3 J$ b- q& |3 l
Weathered 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,
4 P; B: ~0 D+ UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 { e# y, ~ v6 X6 S
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( f$ V4 e9 C, h7 Y. r
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( X$ E1 d8 t3 A* p; K, h( Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - H4 V& A2 v3 ?0 u% j* \( i7 p' I( {
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 W( @4 e+ x3 ~& d3 v8 Z$ @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# z: P( j5 O- P ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& E9 V$ x) x1 h6 q* IThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) W* l+ ^. W2 }1 L8 m
+ e1 p/ Q7 ]! V; xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 R/ C! D5 X1 e& R* g& F- a
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 H1 H* o; v+ ?! C' n: zHow you tried to set them free,
. \* j/ |9 K3 ZThey would not listen they're not listening still, 3 R4 h4 m r* \% s0 q2 p( g
Perhaps they never will. |
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