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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. k/ m) u' |4 E3 `8 k! a* eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, e. U0 B* W: SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
Z$ l) U# z: Z5 \" |( aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ [8 V& U, [9 }# aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! s3 a5 R- N# H; d# w K) d
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 \' u7 o i# N+ P" ?' pHow you tried to set them free,
4 U% ~4 |) |9 z: oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& {- d, k8 e! SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 k% h7 W. d: I1 p0 {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, d8 A6 U1 H- ~' [. |, ]7 o) n7 YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! c+ \, s! A( E- X, `3 ^3 U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - G$ t8 o# R( {' R$ M( s
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. B' J) o0 M" r- NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. ~4 q" q2 {6 n F' cYou took your life as lovers ofter do, $ x( @( k. T3 k8 I
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; K& w$ U* J, p+ n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 j+ F& x% [% X1 [; V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# _: e5 X. Y) t. r4 O& m ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - f3 E' u6 r1 E5 A: R$ V/ Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) q% n% P1 X* t$ L
. U$ B# ^: ~. ^& e& ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 Q+ y: x/ V, C1 C9 j( B$ l3 WHow you suffered for you sanity,. {' i3 E2 b" P$ ?1 s8 V: L; m
How you tried to set them free,
$ d1 ~+ ~* }# j4 L: V7 ~4 pThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 ]8 c5 [! J# ~( s
Perhaps they never will. |
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