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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* c6 T" k0 n" h/ SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ P: i: T+ K. _, c5 M" ?4 c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 B$ x) C( M8 X( b( `+ V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. k9 V) n% X3 zNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 u& m. V# Z, h3 J5 e6 u) K9 XHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 s) p0 `" }7 z' j/ C5 FHow you tried to set them free, 8 Y2 _* ^# j; J. Z* J2 l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. o' v' ~: v7 k4 I# ]* ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ e" W0 y6 T3 m5 S4 {% y& ?2 F: jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & r% U* n) C/ W1 ] }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; z) V) m3 i# }" A/ [5 U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' v, i0 U8 z) ^" N. G6 k! t! I
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 j3 Y' H: m4 gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" F+ d; ?- |3 L/ OYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ k% G6 F6 M& e) nBut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 r- }; X$ E# K, V8 WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 w8 s k7 d% ~6 V) q' Z, C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + @9 N1 A$ D/ V! V9 J: {, z) a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , w2 V; I+ S: `' \) C, C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; U6 K5 d+ A0 r I
8 ^: z$ S. U) \+ E3 m! LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 H k5 v9 ]6 w9 d& I* cHow you suffered for you sanity,
# X+ u, u5 u: ^- P# Y2 C; A' l, Q0 ]How you tried to set them free,
/ b n; \) ?, O( W$ y6 I1 OThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& O( o" W6 V; f1 x" g2 RPerhaps they never will. |
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