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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( z& {: o& x( l5 {7 Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' J8 n: b) R4 N ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 o- f6 O* d% y3 ^9 T; k3 k7 I' VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 ~: Z. M5 L2 d5 i( NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: o' }; I& U, X% _6 ~# T. x
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 \' D7 l4 s* A1 U
How you tried to set them free, . E9 n' o' @# s6 l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: f& N' r! X" c' SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 d8 Y5 K" { c2 S1 ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 p! z4 R, U. N9 N( z6 V% E/ w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , F( Y3 F& q, _# K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ ?( A$ p7 T, ]3 Y, b
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' c6 Q( s$ e! G6 u+ TAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & e/ u" q s% Q! b, ~; P' W
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( d# J& r, y+ X! q" \ W. N: XBut I could have told you, Vincent, , D6 k: T) F4 d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & p' l' t8 t" b" F+ S" _! P
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" R. b& l0 R8 F2 ]9 TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# X" f3 h, k. y( e9 v- S2 N5 y2 r! fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 r5 J# k2 C) O% k# u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 m# |( f" F, ]- `$ {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( `5 B) z8 Y& q1 c( d2 Z3 h, I6 cHow you suffered for you sanity,
R& y* u4 H* N$ SHow you tried to set them free, " H% k9 p- L( m$ k0 G. \1 m# Q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
R5 N7 S6 p0 f. e& N* @Perhaps they never will. |
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