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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ B- Z' l6 a1 y$ z2 a% u5 u+ gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- z# v R* N/ h: d' kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- D0 C6 M& `# T5 f) H- L3 S# V/ U6 \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # q, Y( M9 _5 h% n+ ~2 _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. T8 h0 B6 }% i8 E5 o! ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
- [0 c& k; M+ W/ [- N0 BHow you tried to set them free, & n( O, u: m+ }# C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- p. R7 Q$ \, i+ S( @- @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 j7 D" P9 G' f8 l) D* S' k3 t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 k3 X; b9 U) c; L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* d/ I8 v9 B# Z$ f1 g4 B' oWeathered 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,
2 L$ g4 W' A3 O. | I5 BAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " y2 N6 O2 D% h6 F9 }1 n
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 q5 x% o* W. A1 `7 f* m
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! `8 u n/ L& C C' v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : f0 V. C, y0 x9 m
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. v% i0 l! K. P+ `" V- L! t( ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 o* E& e# r* E5 C; R; x4 L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ t) H- j, G' a2 K9 L7 S1 @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, 0 n4 r8 H) H5 P- n( }
How you suffered for you sanity,5 h% A! a3 r( p
How you tried to set them free,
: P6 n$ V/ `# Z: l& B4 QThey would not listen they're not listening still, . U' W: [7 Q- @* p1 _! x; A$ H
Perhaps they never will. |
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