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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) S; p0 _+ Z: J5 Y8 R* ^7 I4 `: QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & h: G) g5 ~& ?4 k" f* D( J# O# J* x6 d
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ h, r# C/ d3 E+ Q6 |% }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 U# |4 e2 K$ v2 P$ ?# ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- N0 k. H2 `# ~- y9 {/ D
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 d% y j$ k/ j/ W
How you tried to set them free,
4 o6 }) p& J2 h- ~+ K6 t: cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: v- O+ W5 U8 a- e4 ~2 e$ a- `/ RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 t+ X6 f2 `/ i& M3 O: j: rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( V' I5 k! Z" i6 m0 s7 jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 Y1 P, f. h& M& y, S9 n# k
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,
# A- C3 u/ t3 Q: `7 G" z: p5 hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 v0 [4 z' k( E- T/ K4 ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% m) J8 h+ f" n' T, LBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( _# d1 v; U1 Q Z8 T; q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 b1 W5 K! Y! W! Q& uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . D S R" t+ \. f* _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
e9 s# C* d8 PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, A. ^- F. [% |; WThe 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, . n) U/ L9 a# k$ k1 f0 f
How you suffered for you sanity,( V7 g1 [0 `+ O: Y) E& X3 O, ?
How you tried to set them free,
' {2 R2 D( l+ I# n0 UThey would not listen they're not listening still, " M7 ~5 P8 w5 A$ N" x. S
Perhaps they never will. |
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