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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + S0 I( {, d: w3 Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ z9 f W @1 e. s% hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% w% s9 n4 Q; G0 K4 |$ ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% I" l! C$ y* C( N1 cNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 \& [6 H* b G6 h: u V6 o* e& G
How you suffered for you sanity, " S; Y b1 Y, }7 k/ n
How you tried to set them free, 4 M5 @0 s7 [- F. X8 s+ A
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % V9 O6 M" D7 J/ |2 v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ x7 w% H; H9 s7 J% o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 t# @+ G( q6 _1 r) H$ ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 `, h8 g1 D- t( VWeathered 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,
. l& J% i# c& t7 Y( c3 [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 S* L3 m+ x) p7 T5 s
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ ~) `# P4 }* u+ Y- r' A7 uBut I could have told you, Vincent, 1 d; I/ ^* w+ B- }( O _2 k" m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 P& @; `! M2 D/ J* N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 n: x& H7 O( G/ U2 H- cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 h. w. t5 R( oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , S0 ~$ p @! h8 V0 u
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! h( m: h; ^" L! o8 `% W: cHow you suffered for you sanity,% A4 u7 J5 d: D' v0 b) k
How you tried to set them free,
& `. z5 N- ]/ m$ Y3 L) {They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 t7 d8 q% R" E2 i/ Q, Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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