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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* u( N! ~& x# O. q3 YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 {7 S/ C0 B U O9 Z" c7 V$ ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) a' i0 I$ a- t
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! n* \% e; ?( O$ F! v( a# Q% I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. S3 K3 ~8 h* N
How you suffered for you sanity,
% J% l0 ?; L! K! |! ^How you tried to set them free,
+ j6 X2 u# ? A& o) f3 \1 Q! dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 n% k2 c* d' k! J% ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! W5 _- [- q: i. ?- e. _ h) GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . b1 G& W; q- o% @5 A) P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " M! E8 a* ^3 o7 z7 V
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' `2 v7 K& U" S2 s, zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% v. n! c; z: v4 k& |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; H, w$ r( _. f8 w& [1 _4 mYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , e# I9 c2 `5 F2 S* ^4 p
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: f" B8 J% |9 H, uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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]: e; o5 E9 v( f$ T! WStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 n; v$ F4 d9 ~6 A% a- M, ]
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 Q5 D0 }0 `$ R7 U% C- L: |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 y; I7 m1 I3 y" e! t: q t5 sThe 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, 3 O- H9 _5 i9 L/ D. ^
How you suffered for you sanity," B* h9 L$ K9 M) r" i( e3 R
How you tried to set them free,
& u. p. i4 P! J2 c% S& uThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 K2 J( a$ p2 b b- H9 y& t
Perhaps they never will. |
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