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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ d: ] j. |3 x T$ kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 P2 G3 S" f+ ]6 iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# E" R: g. l# j& |- ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% |2 H- w# t* t* j9 y9 x) q! RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 e$ z# E; N0 T0 \% X& y6 ]% A% ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
( L6 l+ _1 I" ?, s2 Z& P; c7 rHow you tried to set them free, / t% d$ ?9 [# I$ G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 }! a+ O3 N# J) C7 g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; u. g$ Q7 s2 h" I" O+ cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% M9 ?2 z# e5 D3 H3 v1 gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) K6 b8 m- C! O4 }3 a
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% Z: ?- V- q. V! {9 uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 d! G& o5 p0 \6 o$ {! U8 b NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , I3 l: X4 M7 U' w$ ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; s r2 h* ~. JBut I could have told you, Vincent,
6 L* n$ r \" d4 E/ e8 g, D7 {6 sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, B3 n4 |. W" z% ~) c6 kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 R! g2 `) t& v l/ h9 k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( j/ H* p6 F1 d4 B0 Z5 B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: ^6 D; s1 n' y+ ZThe 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,
6 | H: `; T' |$ @How you suffered for you sanity,
- `- ^) h5 X' ^! e3 Z0 n( vHow you tried to set them free,
3 e) o; j' c1 t' E0 w. LThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) i9 ~8 Q5 f$ k! X8 A9 m/ O
Perhaps they never will. |
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