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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # I3 n/ l* V" k _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 W T' _$ N0 A7 A0 ]8 a- w: S8 _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 `: i: `' Y, q' b& b' n) s! FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & g$ O# k1 V H8 E% f) f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! [2 {( E4 B6 e' h+ hHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 g( q [6 [5 A+ ^4 R
How you tried to set them free, ' [, c+ i8 n; Q- \7 _- c6 Y9 V, {1 `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) Z6 \% S" M& p% V; X6 fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& k8 ~. b9 I; n$ j3 P# p" D1 ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 i8 N8 B4 F3 ^8 n) iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& D. _6 d. x% SWeathered 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,
( U7 H" {7 ?4 i. D0 N( _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& X$ X) O6 c5 } V2 z1 t; yYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 l4 \2 J. V- A0 R$ a0 M
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 y2 j( W$ r: i o7 s# J& x' w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , L9 N" b. p- X4 j$ ?" B3 n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 c0 j* N6 n) \7 I" x1 ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' y f; @; O1 |8 [2 @) JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * C& _6 d( `' M
+ _: T$ B4 E: } L3 vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 K% I( G7 F3 \9 a: @How you suffered for you sanity,) m1 ?0 _3 O! P: j6 Y1 R6 a( J8 q: K
How you tried to set them free,
' j) r6 p* i- \/ U1 k" C' ~They would not listen they're not listening still,
e9 |4 d8 H$ ^8 E0 @9 ]8 y, q# z0 WPerhaps they never will. |
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