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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 `: D+ M" c) z0 T' u$ n+ c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! E3 M+ R8 P2 C7 V- ]+ g9 Q$ SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 Z ^4 z4 \( s ^9 A! _
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 n' }. Y" T; \2 ]0 k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 \+ R2 V- x6 [8 X( s5 _% j4 w
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 z- B5 l. O. RHow you tried to set them free, $ y' f8 e4 v3 s# B8 O0 P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % \! b, z8 Q, T! J8 o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' z1 u9 N5 w9 b. A4 f6 B5 mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 h5 c: w$ Z4 P8 l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : n$ G8 J5 W# x' R5 Q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ?2 y! Y- \% k% Z, @4 o
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! P" S1 n; W2 {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: n- d* {, a; R3 t/ S4 wYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( D8 e8 r+ v6 w5 \2 U9 |3 eBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) {+ Z( d3 n- B lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) y1 l; D7 F% n6 _" _$ c9 _; t" u/ U, v
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 {+ z' X! g0 b# x3 t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 P& m/ e+ i* ^& J# U% _8 \: sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# [9 Z Y1 D, |The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % ~( A9 c* D8 Y4 s+ Y2 w
2 m `+ @2 ?* G! k' Y/ M& U" TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 M) V! d' {+ N3 XHow you suffered for you sanity,$ `3 z, B( w* F* O
How you tried to set them free, 4 u7 s8 m" ^3 Q! ?, I. k
They would not listen they're not listening still, % T: P& g0 H* D& b( Q( N
Perhaps they never will. |
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