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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, z% S% x5 I, G) d: ]1 eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - W# V: U6 H" l8 M8 ?! y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% c. G7 U$ Q+ Q" M LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 }4 `. O5 t8 Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 b' ^* W2 J" p9 Q( }1 M* SHow you suffered for you sanity,
% ]0 ^6 L: H H' }) t( `$ ZHow you tried to set them free,
( |8 m- ~5 k% pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 a. @# n" I r0 g1 @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( w# c! S( o$ B- L+ f0 Z( m6 o @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ k! E% m4 g' B$ e, lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& K" e2 A, h3 T# `: `' w3 D/ x5 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,
0 E4 l/ n; v; U+ h% I; sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - Y4 n- S. N' f# e( c3 ^1 w6 J0 E
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! v1 F+ [/ \/ J3 q
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ T0 I( |+ g/ J7 P! t7 `9 e2 M, t& R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 {8 W3 D! v7 G! VStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 `1 C5 E( E+ }# lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 H0 m4 M4 K8 Y' v- I: Y( X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & }. |! h) o- g, b, t' C" B
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 a8 |$ x- a6 H# eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) Y, J7 H3 e! y# ^How you suffered for you sanity,/ E4 S4 P+ w5 X5 _' R
How you tried to set them free, 3 k% n1 p" K! N% v4 X
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, W' U! n, F8 ^7 l- C0 }Perhaps they never will. |
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