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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' ?; R R b; ~: b `& J" a: ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 k( T, i0 R; w6 v: g9 j) J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 h# V0 P- K& L5 P+ c, `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 z# Z( l$ D1 B3 jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% I1 B# W* s& G- Y5 x! K
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ G8 h5 _5 W7 ~( e) `' l4 K) Q. d1 lHow you tried to set them free, " e! ]" f K% O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% _0 M8 u: Z, h! d2 M- d' bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 {3 A' g3 ]. b- k/ }& KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# K3 m0 \! D8 w& E. x+ |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 T% T" I9 P" {+ M- o% U: ~
Weathered 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,
) b- G3 m5 F+ w# MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 E; o* |6 t# N+ I8 K3 T
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 w4 c8 L0 _6 A O0 G! hBut I could have told you, Vincent, 5 W2 Q2 {# ]% m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: t# ?4 {4 D7 Q$ P4 A! ?; BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 ?5 \) ]' b: M' s" ?. a0 F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 g6 k$ O1 O8 T) \7 s! y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& Z6 s* X$ [' n# n9 [The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * n. E2 W/ |" S- r
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 U6 s* U+ v1 G, }( x
How you suffered for you sanity,& K$ J9 w' z7 w4 l' x% M
How you tried to set them free,
0 V, `6 ]+ [( \1 R) i) DThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) M9 k! b$ D0 t. N/ R
Perhaps they never will. |
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