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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 t% C/ Q1 p: hLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 x/ S" X3 f3 o+ n) j+ QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 }# X* @. _: ^! }9 z+ T3 y8 F) Z9 JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- Q" X/ i, T- ^5 C- }9 \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; d% e* |1 Q* W0 Y$ L0 u
How you suffered for you sanity, ( @* v3 R4 M* n% e) n% L3 R
How you tried to set them free, / V) T$ Q( y& o) h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & j) x5 l$ y" p# p, P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% d4 k9 M& h! C# A, \9 l# G$ n; tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 d4 t1 C0 ^; t8 e U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % u, T. G, ?7 R; W: v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ \2 U* |) k6 @5 d$ W+ `: Y2 wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * d$ U4 c) \4 T* V2 O* \, P Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 J( @8 s0 X& u4 L# O+ [5 |You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, w9 h+ p# f8 Y rBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% @6 W* j8 h7 ]& E H3 x+ b/ MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; q' b5 k& L9 H( GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, R+ U5 E, Q/ [5 y3 w+ H: {* @9 [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - O" V+ G/ B7 W- o0 U
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - N2 }7 s @% b' j& y2 R! Y8 N
How you suffered for you sanity,
* z" l+ M) [( i1 W3 A% k ~1 w9 e, hHow you tried to set them free, % _' l @) y" Z3 k% G1 n2 ?$ J
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) D, l o+ V8 T1 X* W* n- C% L; K
Perhaps they never will. |
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