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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* I2 N1 Z6 l1 W! q2 Q/ tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 X5 v8 h1 ]9 X# u' q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 { H. \ j- ~ s! T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ k! a8 d* ?7 W, X% m$ INow I understand what you tried to say to me,- J( E* f* {% V( J
How you suffered for you sanity,
. H1 t# p! G6 n% M2 X* [How you tried to set them free, ! c3 [' k' Z) Y8 ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # ?1 U j+ t4 B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + d5 j9 I2 J g9 t2 `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ U! ]9 M5 q! i0 e* O' uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ o0 F9 O4 P0 S, { [) S' DWeathered 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,
$ v2 y, ^! ^$ A X: v7 R0 E+ _. e! _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( |1 p# ]5 r9 D; ]7 CYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' }, B9 T1 Z# M4 L0 t7 f7 ~9 |But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 F5 F. f9 p6 m6 r1 I! m$ ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 `2 r8 t) s- {6 u1 v! M" c4 V' x
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, d j/ W1 z1 b5 {* WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : g% ]- X' e2 t% B; m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ k6 b8 r$ @& B" B+ M- u! o7 T4 x& DThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 y b/ D/ c& x% ^8 u1 o) f( Z% M5 L
" {4 l3 ]2 P7 GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : ~0 Q" O; W/ v% z
How you suffered for you sanity,
( R+ U! y* g, O+ C, {: fHow you tried to set them free,
: u. [( r: N9 m/ n/ c3 VThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 i1 W; s- n, G/ _! D- V
Perhaps they never will. |
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