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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: `+ Q; b2 G: f+ B/ PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , m1 `2 o a C% c8 {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 Z% T+ {1 x$ Z% @* H+ [8 Y/ h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ k) h" \# L O( LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 ]. Z1 V+ n0 `& x+ fHow you suffered for you sanity,
. ~0 a3 N' R/ EHow you tried to set them free, ) ^$ @2 Q0 w- N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . E ]( d: H6 ~; y4 |* B9 a4 {- ^ o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 B, a/ B2 A9 w0 m. }0 h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) {$ w m" s& o: r# D' bColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& ~, H; Y/ }( p0 R' m$ T" oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& ]) m# R* I* U: m5 C: DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 T9 r; i$ A4 ?4 S1 lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % x8 m8 a5 z* V- ]$ Z. _, d
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - {5 @0 Z7 J i& `& G$ Q6 R. a) q. e
But I could have told you, Vincent, . m# u- C/ Q& y1 C* n% ^9 |; \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 j2 h, W1 v! u- z+ w n/ d
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; x5 v6 ?9 m( {2 k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 S* @( M p+ i3 e+ Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 \3 \% `- f) z- I, h; K9 g# J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 }$ @6 `) O0 a
; D3 A% c8 C w6 F" g) ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) d4 W8 F8 m7 K2 I* R; N. U
How you suffered for you sanity,- f6 {' `; O8 r* X
How you tried to set them free,
( U' a* h4 @) X; G: W- y2 `They would not listen they're not listening still, % {, d: {2 b, Y% T6 _
Perhaps they never will. |
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