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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( D! b& U: G5 P5 P9 L8 J tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 f. G- Y; G- A/ FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 K. A1 X/ i* ]8 C2 _% Y' n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " I% P) l( h" N: [# [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) _* W2 z/ h. z8 V% j
How you suffered for you sanity, + R3 _( L8 g7 y8 ~( H; K
How you tried to set them free, ! v+ p$ D, |( c9 L+ F& P' h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, Y& b3 n( l' i# ?% `( qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 K2 w( @+ K% q4 y' G% R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( q Z! R7 ]+ _0 U S# m+ T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; P' w8 P8 f& l- U& Z, JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, ?. Y' G* B* k! S( \* j) {7 {For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 B, f7 x3 _3 _: I" I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . y; d$ r* B) E3 y3 C
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ {/ @9 \. Z" L, {
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) s4 W, \3 R' m2 V' Q0 x E: gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" `% p/ v9 K p3 G" ]: v$ c& E, ~+ H; GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 R1 Z7 a' ^9 h8 A, A$ T6 t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! A; [% c" f, W; X
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 A) ?- C: V# d& S/ j+ [& u
- r6 v2 O/ W, p. n6 D: \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, " E& l& j0 h P
How you suffered for you sanity,$ D6 h3 t. R7 N, Q t
How you tried to set them free, 6 q" l' O# k0 i9 ]/ ^
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 T7 p4 b6 M" W% ~5 h( }
Perhaps they never will. |
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