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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
V9 m8 E2 |( ~* ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 u' G u6 \. f) LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. O- m3 r4 K/ p3 \7 Z. t9 q* n& MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 P3 t0 D: J" A E. X' C8 j5 E5 m, ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 H( p4 \! _" L4 H; _( v$ x7 dHow you suffered for you sanity, + u C7 ~, M# c! A; ~5 O
How you tried to set them free, ! Q- }' h3 y3 Z* k- |) c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 L3 C. [7 z/ O& k3 H) V7 ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 U& h0 A/ v4 f7 YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% P" d- J" z9 @$ E S% |! S8 F+ B" wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, f/ C0 V2 B0 H* b% {- j
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,
; f5 d7 z$ w h: o; NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 q) d C' h: t1 o* } z, V9 m
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & K( W u+ } \# z2 e8 q
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 }: W$ P1 E# N3 E0 M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 j$ O7 H4 w! Y9 ?$ T) D4 q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " S- N" `3 N/ Z9 L6 n$ [7 H! E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 W/ X0 t- T* t) B& _! o1 o
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; @9 C: X. ?1 Z% K) Z0 A; h4 z
; ~: i6 H" n" K i; y3 JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% Q) Q, e5 y5 ~4 e8 gHow you suffered for you sanity,9 x2 I) E+ k9 w3 M
How you tried to set them free,
; T/ j5 _) l1 R) I% \/ [$ x' JThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; A9 D- [, A) ]" C& q
Perhaps they never will. |
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