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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! }' [2 g- r7 e- T% Y& a& `0 L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % _ Y4 I+ j# H4 {) p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 J: y/ E5 Q1 c- QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. Y0 v/ B# k+ E7 k3 B y% D: |6 Y. K2 S! YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
: z* J5 w2 ^8 T0 LHow you suffered for you sanity, ' G n2 M' r! V3 i
How you tried to set them free,
8 E3 k& \. U# ]3 x3 MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ x( T% ^+ e+ @1 xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 N" @; k2 e0 p* q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 |# d: S* ^, F( g0 F( T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . B7 n- K* e( \. Q6 i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% F" G% f H3 Y" W7 C s. j3 wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + \9 Y* h8 g8 l9 p( \0 k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # j! q/ G( W9 R5 P6 o
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : G# h$ }" C& h- n
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% t. S3 ?! n: e. N [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - N6 D% j; o- H) h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- a! U3 V+ t! E" b$ _3 ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' E' v1 H; }, v, i9 q- L. W. ]" D* lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & F3 x9 Q' y# V# R7 e9 s
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 S3 {( v8 Q' q! {( k: \
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 \5 O$ g' H. z, gHow you tried to set them free, ; R& y" L1 ]6 ^5 a7 H- P( B. o
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 B, I4 _5 m. z/ W$ i& ?4 A% q
Perhaps they never will. |
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