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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 L: O- T4 i& z8 kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . R" P, O, h" b6 w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& f2 ^# ]' b( r# @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ S: N6 I, N" e8 c, XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,) w/ @) t/ K6 i+ E2 @7 M
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 M0 t' t4 {+ S( H
How you tried to set them free,
( H2 K! P4 Z% p7 N# T' a" n! {' CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; a$ p9 c& @! gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 |+ ]) t" C% V; ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 a7 P% u4 I) g0 T% a, H u# VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) M0 @. \. w- l8 t3 j9 k. N' I& W
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ p; V' J/ v* f2 _For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' J- P* E) z1 E1 |0 {5 t; D7 GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 s% \2 ?5 N. S' @9 K" P; t
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 E1 ~8 S% u" K; N9 o9 L: n, nBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) h/ r# w, b2 k1 G7 B, D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 n8 x* M- O7 ~
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& p3 r8 A+ |" k$ NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( V& ?, U9 m- k8 H! k6 ~/ xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; h* d5 f0 y3 x! @
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, 3 m0 w" n8 q4 I: o) e& c4 Z
How you suffered for you sanity,' N9 p- Q3 l& U$ I, Q) \
How you tried to set them free,
* b; b% [( y# V4 I. r. DThey would not listen they're not listening still, + n+ [+ ]" `8 m- X1 _: X' D) ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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