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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 `6 m3 A6 ~- H& U$ Y7 o Z) TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& W& X% A. R; _4 Y$ TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& O! b+ x( V0 c6 ^ C$ q3 I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. {+ h$ T7 a$ T: C% ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, C: q) E( w$ V2 q. d4 I5 d
How you suffered for you sanity,
, ^5 c" y% K4 R' `How you tried to set them free, ( Y% u( L6 v7 _' p0 m7 ^+ r$ V, _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 I, g$ ^% F2 X6 I& tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; t0 T& E1 e8 \) ^/ p$ @/ }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & t, I5 q: G# A( P% S D2 X. B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 O9 k' M8 R O! p- i ~: ]6 j6 w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ H% ?! ?/ Q, e$ uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. m" h. g3 Z4 f7 A2 f) v" h3 u2 XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, O0 E/ R: u) b1 h5 O- ~8 A( B
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , s: L/ M7 ? ]2 t
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' {% k- O* t1 KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / Z2 } h3 g3 r
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! P% o+ `" A/ v4 ^, nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, \: k$ T) g3 k4 R- X3 l! Y; ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * n0 N7 k$ u6 j& c2 n7 h/ ~
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 ^3 O) {- U$ H4 d) @ ^( Z2 ^5 d" m
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + i: Z2 `( c% w) O5 [/ T+ B
How you suffered for you sanity,
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They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 L, @0 g" ?; H/ E, }
Perhaps they never will. |
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