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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# ~& I O l* q$ u/ ~ Q9 j/ c( R- NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , b6 @& X9 L0 l- V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 D0 E: A$ i1 Y2 L8 `+ x
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : c M# W# E) T6 i/ O# e. Y, c- l6 g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! [( }$ Q* m$ _How you suffered for you sanity,
) A) j% }# [: ?7 v. IHow you tried to set them free,
' ~3 q% A R5 {5 r- l" K$ mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 T6 O, ^! c1 s1 Q$ A/ G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! t1 y, I# V; F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 q* [$ X/ L$ S2 XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * ~/ h7 x3 |3 P: H4 H0 p) H
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , O5 H8 J. R- x! B/ E) e c( A- {
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . p' T# c, _$ J" u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 w$ x# {) P& S3 p$ f& l, w! HYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 ]" F8 w5 @- A9 Z; Y4 wBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( V! U6 d' `3 {! {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- S$ I# n( O% D8 Z- o' y( bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; D1 @" y8 j$ U% e0 u# _4 L, ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 b$ l9 ~) C7 G8 {! t4 T* ^5 QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; a4 a% H( m0 `% l
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,
* V, `3 D8 S; iHow you suffered for you sanity,
' ~6 _- F" |! NHow you tried to set them free, & B" S0 W! D: @5 k& r
They would not listen they're not listening still, + a9 x. K7 H, J. C
Perhaps they never will. |
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