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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" _4 l+ G" H& z5 ~5 }9 \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: ~, P% Q3 Q0 A5 M( jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; u* l; t6 t! D% y2 k, WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 H; w+ t6 ]( BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, P9 b6 V! i1 [5 x3 k' c" KHow you suffered for you sanity,
! U7 g% V; {" B, THow you tried to set them free, + ^/ H( W; e2 X! ^* i: a( O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 L2 I6 t# w. L3 p% p# R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 j3 q ~3 U2 z4 @2 k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- a% s( l `; ~) a( Y8 k3 }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 q% y0 q/ a# o5 J4 E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % V8 `: d( e4 U/ M! e
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% y9 r$ y: q# bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " S' g+ }3 a0 @! x) Q% R L( D
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 s! v _: ?) W9 @7 {But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 V, j+ h8 s/ K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 X+ d0 S. W+ i; m0 g- M$ TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 @6 d( r. h8 E, p" H6 `) D6 H# WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + b, ]. Y3 y% E% X' |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& k* K9 k3 ^2 BThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / W$ T6 `0 v; [8 h6 u. S/ u
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & n5 S- I' D7 Y1 z8 ?
How you suffered for you sanity,/ O7 e$ s0 t9 @0 ]
How you tried to set them free, 2 H8 N) j" r5 p! W J
They would not listen they're not listening still, & y$ E/ O: E) V& ~! v% H
Perhaps they never will. |
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