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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' h/ K4 s- V) y i9 H! P+ n1 `7 yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- O' z. _3 A( K( r+ R3 GShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 f$ g! O* u" u) W5 y1 pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / a6 z& M1 m; b8 P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 m5 u) ^3 U( fHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 W7 K# g2 [* u* u* MHow you tried to set them free,
9 ~( f* v+ L j LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : r% @, r5 f: a. V, j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . E8 _$ |, X" p% l! W1 x! Q4 x' ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ ~3 O4 i* U& W' l+ O; ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' d( Q. w' \' m
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ u! ^; v7 Z* I5 e! ]$ B _For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 `% B- o2 c. W. L# @: [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % U( z( D: @7 W) S- E
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' A, a7 ?, c# T9 k5 ^1 R. yBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( [; G6 u+ ^( b: _1 q3 b( b" u( M5 _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 g; S B" K2 `8 v0 W6 P( r7 B- R
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( R9 ]1 |9 R' q8 r5 C1 K! {4 T4 i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 l, }1 [3 Q i$ f. iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' x, `/ k0 } o' E% K& hThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 e% R$ M* J6 h& P: M: V
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- M+ O! h% H: XHow you suffered for you sanity,5 q( G7 U- J) h, H' s5 o
How you tried to set them free,
& n. y' t& \: L" ?They would not listen they're not listening still, . F. `5 }, B4 I
Perhaps they never will. |
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