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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 a* q) C0 Z) D* K sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 x* ^& D3 U! V2 cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! C. E6 \% N7 o/ ]2 A) z# ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # J+ R! j" M6 F$ {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 t8 W* a }" u5 A9 J) Y% z
How you suffered for you sanity, " r1 C' _; x9 s/ e- H/ }
How you tried to set them free,
) N- M; I Y0 g+ b5 n3 L( `! r$ `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 c% f9 Z8 b, H; g' }' k7 w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 j! s* \- E8 `, S) P0 i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 N2 C2 C! B" f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' j8 g3 Z+ O' {" T y% k0 r& c
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 k7 p5 \8 z9 t/ nFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 W0 h" _7 u9 `+ F3 K; @* Y# x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, x+ e9 q' [0 S( ]3 V! E. ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ o" j+ W/ [# k( _' q A; d1 J: _But I could have told you, Vincent, ' x& r6 T+ \! V* }2 v2 V! U& `2 U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # g+ D7 w/ ?! E4 I
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 C6 _' r4 ^7 s8 y1 V+ TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 e- @; V' u8 ]; c# [0 P$ D; S' x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# s* K; D, B x+ n/ { S4 V5 QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 f8 J; v% g0 z* f# g8 Z7 h! X
% U; w$ \* S8 S* [8 x4 r* VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
]3 J. P& ?7 T1 q; m8 Q% q. f& BHow you suffered for you sanity,
- T, D+ N6 g( L1 `( jHow you tried to set them free,
4 P! g' I2 ~2 o% ?They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 }. X) b/ q ]1 z/ p( o5 ]* R
Perhaps they never will. |
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