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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ M1 L" C& X3 b" Q4 ^6 W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : Y5 \$ y- Y. [/ A8 ~* A
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ Q0 }3 s) H) X- Y/ S8 `1 j MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& c. Q% Y! l0 p" [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# K: P6 v3 X# _; D) X
How you suffered for you sanity, & u, C4 m1 d8 {: b
How you tried to set them free, , j: k1 c& X! Q3 A
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : W) f; \- i! W# ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 D1 j9 b. d/ G; m2 g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ [" e, w* h0 a* d, N# QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) l8 z# h/ r% Y/ t7 r% _% m! ~8 s( Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) g: u: G7 t+ |3 R, D" CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) y' ^) K' m$ k0 k% j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; } P& F8 _1 j, ?! YYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
Z7 r, h8 Q8 \3 r* x0 p8 d5 EBut I could have told you, Vincent, - i& l8 b6 A( m2 D* [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' v& f4 u+ |+ O% B3 V
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( ~. \: f, o" ^2 k# yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" v7 Z4 g, M' z$ r; HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 g; x6 R- X0 t1 B0 ^+ j. g, qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) u) z& d8 v8 \. `) S/ dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 z$ ~4 Y! d* DHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 Q+ f; N9 b9 } g) H1 MHow you tried to set them free,
, f0 N' P" v6 Q8 Q4 TThey would not listen they're not listening still,
' C- ^3 l8 _( Z/ u; yPerhaps they never will. |
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