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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: L# @4 N4 {& H3 x" E TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 J3 O& j1 j. ]5 i, m8 E4 h) r# H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- \) w% H; {$ C7 t; _9 x5 x% G5 ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- o7 \ Z# H& LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,5 A, X9 O9 x5 f
How you suffered for you sanity,
' I6 c' L, U5 z6 W OHow you tried to set them free, + }8 X# P% m) A( l3 y9 C% {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 X2 |0 z o/ M2 |9 X* g/ K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; ?9 \3 W. p: z# I- B& TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% R7 N5 P6 S% K' h& {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ M5 g. z$ g) B; n+ Z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ A; ]' K& T7 T+ p" Z# R$ s
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 w# y4 Z) R6 P% B# N7 w6 lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( q3 Q0 d9 ?% bYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 p; P& X( O* W8 ~3 A
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, S$ q) L! d" Z9 K; {- A, X8 H. EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" c4 ]8 Z5 P3 R i' V1 JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
C" j4 b- D* ~; i1 M cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 |# d7 @1 X. G, m; ZThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! H% y) t; n4 ~' J9 ^
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - ?0 p; K- `9 @ F" f) S8 E0 L
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 B. l$ R! Z+ v/ \2 XHow you tried to set them free, 0 H: q, L' J9 _( e2 G8 [
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 O5 i$ Z- S4 I
Perhaps they never will. |
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