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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! }; V$ r% y: B/ F8 o. L! wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . Z& }9 I7 o& L- a$ `- v: ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ b: H- V' s7 l3 S; d# MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' D' Z+ A8 t$ q ]* W9 oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,6 ^# H6 U% Z5 ^# J
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 E" T* _8 b; s5 Y0 B+ K# hHow you tried to set them free,
* O4 ^- R( r. N, M) KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / U( S }! ?/ l) |! X" }* Z8 A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ ~; D- h" T7 p. S7 o6 j" L
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 N/ k& f! a* R( h$ R& k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- K2 f; {$ z5 jWeathered 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, . X( C0 r. r; u9 {6 l2 y9 j, m5 m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 y" a Z0 _: }7 o; F/ Y! y0 O0 H
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ i' n1 R( I1 L- d& I/ n+ r# ABut I could have told you, Vincent,
, z+ Q- x) i* [. v# LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 h/ D5 P1 A$ I! g4 r; u
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & A7 s& H3 L! E2 y8 e1 p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 ^8 F1 g7 N' U; b/ m" Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % X4 ?3 H2 f& I! N; E0 S1 I
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 x; |% b5 _' D4 @$ q. G# f) Z5 O
2 R0 B% n: P6 A( `) |- zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: q( P+ B E% \7 A+ HHow you suffered for you sanity,5 p; C# j( M. U
How you tried to set them free, - f2 t7 }* A! [ H3 s' ?
They would not listen they're not listening still, + Z/ w$ @$ g3 F8 P
Perhaps they never will. |
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