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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: s/ `# s* E( _9 j, FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' O! ~8 ?: r: g+ j5 w( v1 U! A
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; W# t4 w# g$ N, K* L" J; ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ ~$ z4 P, b& \' E2 P W# R; r( N5 {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 ^% c/ `: S( O! L* j6 _How you suffered for you sanity, 2 e9 ^; H+ ?: B* X
How you tried to set them free, / n" r! I. R; }. C( j. }/ o. v, x) H
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. Q* [" B# J- l6 o4 ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) M$ L" h" Q# T$ B; S( ]& u1 |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) l! P B U* [! ~3 I6 FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, v. I4 m# }7 g# M8 a" Y0 S
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 Q. e0 _ e. k* hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: T7 L; C, F7 \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ G; p0 F$ g3 O: D/ }1 l: BYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% p& @: H$ R7 L/ d% xBut I could have told you, Vincent, : _$ N+ ^) Z; T7 @% \$ B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; {! _. j* p; y9 D
' o9 Z: r/ ^/ Z/ wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 T6 P& s h% tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 [8 D1 t/ q. y4 N$ E' bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! T7 S/ N2 k: D3 z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ F. R% c/ F; ~5 q2 yNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) p) _3 m2 J* [# s% x8 YHow you suffered for you sanity,6 a% I& v8 {. Y9 r5 L+ p
How you tried to set them free,
! J: ~5 l9 I7 Q# [9 x+ p3 c$ [4 ]They would not listen they're not listening still, . a! A! l& E! ]0 R* o) k. x6 U1 f5 |
Perhaps they never will. |
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