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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% x# ^5 ~1 Z; m# TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- M3 _6 H( M. e L2 q" a. aShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' R+ O- Y7 ^3 e5 t6 ~% N4 cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: W2 w& R2 Z# e! R" K: MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- S! Y' }6 X' iHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 U& y% {7 S9 W: W
How you tried to set them free, |) K4 c, Y X1 D# r+ A9 g0 o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% F# \8 T' [9 W! ^* J+ lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& X" k3 V4 ]* [, {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / ?; e! j, H4 K% Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ e$ A, X+ p! t3 ^Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 p1 C) q" r; E8 q* jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 r: L, D1 s& i# s" G2 J& x( l! K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . r( Y& K5 N* O6 f
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: @$ H# N! F1 Q! q# r+ G7 vBut I could have told you, Vincent, # C1 h y2 i4 w4 _' q1 Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " Z8 k8 ^5 b- E" ~ n
$ }5 M$ k/ a8 |2 G" h4 G/ F% t) MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " P9 `: q5 s$ o j \" f2 q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 P9 g9 X; }5 u1 m% G' |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 l$ i$ W, b5 r# o/ l5 n6 H9 V
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,
. q7 J7 @- p9 `3 Q7 l4 bHow you suffered for you sanity,
. S4 r# Z# R7 h! \6 c2 XHow you tried to set them free, ( r2 R3 U3 \7 o( a. ^, n5 G6 a% ?
They would not listen they're not listening still, , N" a( d8 s8 N, B
Perhaps they never will. |
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