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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 T0 m" O5 s1 a* K4 J3 m! x$ WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & D: R" r @+ W0 } J' b
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 i) g4 w+ I2 c XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
v' L0 g2 G1 V7 `% }0 Q- U/ YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- f: V. o! n& g1 y
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ E$ I$ j9 F8 |0 WHow you tried to set them free, 2 `5 r; T o4 ^; ]# e& H
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% ]" E0 c: E' Y. S; o7 P4 WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 n4 H% ?0 B1 |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& \- v6 I- A [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 w* B- T8 h5 x2 l! j9 tWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ f# q, H- u) E1 dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . J! S9 N$ J( ^8 H# @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 b4 n: P% r g! n8 ~+ DYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' _' m8 w( d- a6 N' ~) g1 a4 ]
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 ?; {0 F g# {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& V0 d# l5 A3 O4 b# VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . g5 q% S; r; Q! a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " X( l, P8 v8 q- u5 a* s# _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. W+ l) B3 E& `& \0 o" C
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. ~8 A; i$ c2 vHow you suffered for you sanity,3 m) R7 T& V5 {- _; _7 J- ]
How you tried to set them free, 4 E* x' O, W6 n: H" i% K
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 O+ R3 M9 n! i5 {. p
Perhaps they never will. |
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