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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 R6 s( D& m K& M' E2 p+ j! uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 D& M2 H3 {4 `" _4 h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 d% t( N& B; A" q0 d( E1 @# cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 y; K" \5 O+ f1 T/ F( l: O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 i9 w. P# h t3 R' \0 m
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 X9 g" d. h6 }! i* F% J7 F: C" EHow you tried to set them free,
. {' P, Z( z& @1 PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 S7 M. X/ [2 d9 R" L; YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 N! m) U9 @6 g0 xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ p/ i2 y2 Q/ l4 z7 A/ E2 MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- _) n: ]! F4 @; d6 g( `3 iWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ t) U& B) Q& K8 aFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( y( c0 k3 _1 u; WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* c! [0 K& G9 D1 ]You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 i- y F/ w; m _
But I could have told you, Vincent, & i9 ~9 _8 C" I) ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 h n1 K1 f# l# AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" ~' G$ }. S! k. p9 w jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 y4 n7 P# I% Z$ O" U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; H5 y9 t& w: c+ {# E
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, / {6 K2 l; K( ]
How you suffered for you sanity,* c8 k4 Z9 q; a, I1 D4 ^5 h
How you tried to set them free,
) h; G8 h# ~- p# bThey would not listen they're not listening still, % n+ @# o, y; N; e s1 H* l2 }
Perhaps they never will. |
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