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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! h: K2 i7 k1 ^+ K8 l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 O9 H; c( |" F& ~5 M" P3 {9 F# c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 N' a# j+ M$ |# tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 c* Q/ g6 u$ d9 ^" E7 A2 kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' [$ G( k( M* ]" N7 D9 [$ hHow you suffered for you sanity, $ k. w7 R: S, l- _6 Z
How you tried to set them free, : S5 \7 c; c$ b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 h- B0 }; W/ N* ?/ a: z7 ?6 e) hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 I: u6 g& o$ k3 ~4 R3 f% A0 X
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 k1 }. |/ ^- vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / g: t5 i# |2 F$ x+ y3 V
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, [- j- c/ R! n' L6 X. y5 x2 xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 `9 g) ^# ~! mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 W( p5 B5 Y0 \+ K$ `, l4 J. a0 {You took your life as lovers ofter do, & D1 u6 \4 z3 c, J3 `
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; W. j) v( V# o; k, C# b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * C4 @( ^5 [& R; O& X
: q( E: s) X7 e+ G4 U. @; IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - J& S. s0 }! u+ L, h( {' h1 j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, i' H; H. i, `& U! P+ c" |- mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 d: k c& B- f! z' x$ RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / e3 E2 B+ Z) u. H2 U
! p) M8 \% j* Z7 U* J& gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, % m4 F D+ O5 C( u' F6 s* P& w
How you suffered for you sanity,
# m ^6 g. d( m% w" EHow you tried to set them free, * Z3 j. p9 {; T# z+ j
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, [( i# N5 Q* v( U+ gPerhaps they never will. |
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