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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / o' _& I8 G' M6 b9 k7 Y8 H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* a( }; S% \- M- ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 i5 A$ l( W6 o; C2 w" hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ \; B& y; {* z3 }6 G$ P5 m0 W. MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,0 i8 @8 O! h, J: x* q# }
How you suffered for you sanity, * g/ }( q7 `1 z8 v+ O# K$ ~/ z; d. A
How you tried to set them free,
0 H$ t' s+ k2 j8 x& l. cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; z; O1 Q- Z4 k& f0 ~ H4 j6 w2 YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & d" W& f2 U8 f( w3 k" l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( M' d- b1 Q7 b; z- jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& f& ]" P- l/ C( I+ h/ F( uWeathered 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, % g, E) I; S& u" ] l, F# [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . Y! \ J) t) V w! n3 C3 @
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* u4 b$ ]) R* D/ x+ sBut I could have told you, Vincent,
t9 N& W2 q' S. f2 _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; \) } e7 d% Y k' P3 ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 a5 @/ t1 F q5 J# J+ P+ x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 d) f: j% }6 ^" |7 R& QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / Q; {# g3 f) k V% n
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,
( c! f; `( V# c0 l' f- sHow you suffered for you sanity,+ l* A2 {8 @7 O* j: t- W5 `5 @- f
How you tried to set them free, 2 }% {, [5 h/ d3 Z
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! V( y. [: C0 t' B8 _7 ?7 F
Perhaps they never will. |
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