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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ X# ?( i p3 O! u' L7 Q) ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( V& s, W4 s: K" C$ [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- F. h4 J: n' I" YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 I9 D- _' O5 E' |Now I understand what you tried to say to me, b3 f* @7 W0 b( z
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 ]8 U1 p* N, Y$ H V( pHow you tried to set them free, # }( J5 ~% R# n% d- m( `3 d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" K% k: a+ W! hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 m) u" ~" C; N/ i7 s2 t0 o5 }; WSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 J1 ~0 n6 Q8 ^" }4 ?+ [7 w9 r) `# w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 ], v2 e. ?( h$ r
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, 6 X) a" f2 ?( z; m, ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# b$ P! `' \, N( `& cYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % q: }3 c; }+ z/ s
But I could have told you, Vincent, / N7 B. A, r& E. o4 t5 O/ N7 a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 h8 y: t$ X, Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& I9 K1 }) Z# C6 Z0 p/ e# o* G6 PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) u! w2 a+ F6 m3 y8 r6 B9 L: D4 BThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 t- F5 q" u( b" {
+ T/ P! v! S4 W+ y" [9 uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 F8 v! T' D) }" F. W: `5 ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 M d$ \+ p. U# g: O& WHow you tried to set them free,
5 S. }" f6 U% o6 u+ ^% PThey would not listen they're not listening still, 3 }1 S; H, i6 j% u" {
Perhaps they never will. |
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