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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: B" ~; Y. i1 r( J: gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 H$ }% t2 M1 |+ p$ F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. M6 e8 [) ^2 s0 j5 D! l; _! `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 k8 F6 s5 e( s) a4 ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# [; Y- t8 e4 f/ S. Y: K7 D. KHow you suffered for you sanity, " E8 S7 C5 d3 f% Z5 Z$ h
How you tried to set them free,
: h/ J. w4 p. k b6 M/ W1 nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! s- n" |. w, L5 v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ T" V" O9 f6 x7 N( Z& }( Q" ]* `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- K; v- ?4 k1 B8 H9 {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 k' J/ W$ s0 j. XWeathered 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, . t6 ]+ Z1 G7 d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( D* n6 |6 t k, i+ V; y& kYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " ~1 h! o0 ^: V+ o
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ Z7 A% ?- C" N: p5 ~3 OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , T$ T% \' v5 U) [% K1 O
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : u+ d3 u! c* M8 A6 V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : @: z& c. h& f; A8 `. m3 k
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # i1 d( S" t, W
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + a# U$ `2 r7 r7 x1 x
, X# m, O% A& B" }3 lNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, / F6 K, H; w8 ]# y k) k$ s
How you suffered for you sanity,$ L& r6 X+ B/ ~& {+ Z Q- M; l- N
How you tried to set them free,
; W( s4 {; p; F- Z9 e3 M t" c: eThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; J' i3 c6 J7 |. I1 s
Perhaps they never will. |
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