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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - y# L) E, J: c8 j, d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: f; z1 R. u6 Y% W! aShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 V+ N0 R4 R7 W% e! q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 N" W: b2 y7 k. `$ oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,) h+ L& [* F% E5 Y3 |
How you suffered for you sanity, + T, j1 E: i8 h; y/ f3 w
How you tried to set them free, % @* S) n6 @$ ?' h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & ]7 Q# R6 `7 H0 \& I& Q0 t$ o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& m, @3 k1 N0 Y7 O8 TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( Z! K6 q6 C" z: S6 D; vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # i% }7 w" ~7 X9 J9 @) v
Weathered 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, & _% K8 K' p* V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. R5 r6 [' e- I K/ Q1 }You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 [& `, X+ S6 p
But I could have told you, Vincent, & S) |$ Z4 U" `: t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 b; N; q' h) ^' n; a" _9 l% E2 z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . r3 k% w" d( M5 H1 |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# i5 x7 ?: t% R- {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ m4 t/ y/ @) x3 Z: o3 uThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " m2 s' c x, {* m* v- t
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 Y) O4 S1 p5 s/ v0 M) X% c
How you suffered for you sanity,
! c. J) L% z) ]0 z% ^How you tried to set them free,
! s& z% n9 \3 K8 }' P0 `' xThey would not listen they're not listening still, + d: y, O/ s2 e4 H- U9 j
Perhaps they never will. |
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