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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) [( v$ `; p& o3 F3 ?$ vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " m. I; O4 C+ r9 \- S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ Q2 P; I; Z9 f" `# VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 V/ E' u' v* s) KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
; y$ n$ n- p& g' GHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 N) C6 V. p' K% ^8 t, H) w; `+ {; [9 [7 THow you tried to set them free, 1 R: d2 Y2 {0 C' w) F/ ?) k" ?7 l7 ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& j e0 V. s% F. R/ k, HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( L' Z5 M8 w: z/ y* N: V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( g, }8 t1 M! X; U) G e0 H, g: e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / c/ ?, J) A4 U4 q @9 l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ t/ \) O% e P. L# [For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * F5 f# f: L/ M& t" c3 z# s9 ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 H' P. [' i7 r$ ^& w9 uYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ c+ k' N9 P" r5 XBut I could have told you, Vincent,
& W5 e5 d7 Q6 N. mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, t0 j, x# |. |0 I K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, K2 D) P& J9 z8 JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 O: }3 v2 ? ~; M- s% r/ k% D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / D' e6 [+ f. _. y
1 R$ G5 m% k' D& R* w- p( h" dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; r& \" _% Q3 c& [0 E% ^. CHow you suffered for you sanity,& P8 C; u6 x4 X+ X; j
How you tried to set them free, / `! b) i6 V* H
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 J, W# Z, @9 I) m5 }
Perhaps they never will. |
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