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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: ?9 B" t3 a- s5 I2 y- SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" j& {; r- v& K) @& g! eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( `- k" j% ?; h. V- p3 @/ BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 V: I: O# T) q- ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ R$ Z* ~" r+ lHow you suffered for you sanity,
, ` h3 K, B0 gHow you tried to set them free,
$ k; U- ?" ? l0 t$ k6 OThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ K9 n2 W. a1 `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 Z% Q& [6 j* P- S- d! GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " t S/ b$ ]/ R/ p% L1 y* V) W% }; n) u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& Y: \4 j) k: 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,
6 N; f: h8 i; S0 C. tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! w. X' Q* s8 ^/ b$ z" V; r" DYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " u7 C1 X6 a* }+ ~$ p
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) M3 I2 r, r3 A8 U# R& F5 qThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 d+ K+ H5 _) J- {6 jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 s: o. M8 K _/ `$ g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( j$ G8 \9 G1 X% c$ aThe 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,
, l5 I5 n; e, pHow you suffered for you sanity,, T L8 J1 I( D. \5 s
How you tried to set them free, : I O5 d; F3 I% v$ ?5 S( ~# g o
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 l6 j) [, j( ?. Q+ n0 ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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