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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& L# j. l# ~: X' M# s# YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# v# n1 Q. U. RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, i4 [: }' Y: D: o& DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 T( X+ v% v7 o7 n, B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 c R3 \! i* Y, n! B, MHow you suffered for you sanity, * v) I$ n. R( N
How you tried to set them free,
" m2 \2 {4 @0 ^$ BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 f8 T9 W3 z+ M2 J% QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & A/ u) |/ _1 e' C2 A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - U4 n5 y, ?0 d, E2 F. i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 ^" r; N$ l* s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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* W) ]5 y* ~ a3 ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' |4 ^2 g4 j% b* a, ], |0 Y' L# c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, H: [, \- j9 ?$ _7 |/ F
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - z/ h! |. u) z' P4 I
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ z% t& m" o) x0 S& uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 s# ^$ Z8 e' {
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* o8 H: X/ G: y; }; ]$ IFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : D) T# {# E% w2 a2 K/ X& ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 G) z2 I( m; \+ X
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 B( a% m% w, K- M1 f, o, f
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 P+ Z+ s" }( F& m$ O
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 ?; M; j; ~& U$ n. M& K" YHow you tried to set them free,
7 l+ q* W1 D3 b5 r. hThey would not listen they're not listening still, 4 o) Y& I, S! K( ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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