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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& ~. B0 M) g) k OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 G- f' y) P! R: gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 C) Q& U8 H B8 Y5 OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; q, a* O* G; ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 u- X! |' S3 B% e+ A2 _' yHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 o/ T; i. S+ A3 z5 {9 cHow you tried to set them free,
& ] p% e& d+ e! S8 e8 PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 c$ a! q3 X. D9 z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 R& [* M) j0 l6 ^. `# V; o& FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " y- T5 d0 b. ?; r# T7 m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 s9 V, o$ h: ?! ]9 \5 gWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 {0 c* [: U$ Z9 k( f c1 ^5 N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% _$ p- g9 E( d) |8 I. k' OYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ y8 g9 r, u6 q9 Q* Q7 oBut I could have told you, Vincent, ! e) p$ r3 V j: e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, P% J x9 E9 N5 Y) Z# k. K( j4 R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 b) Z5 x' P/ P1 h j- Q' |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# g7 \; u% W$ T1 C8 L& y! UThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & y1 p5 x* J% @5 u& |3 S1 A3 Z
2 D/ X& C, d. x0 x& M1 E6 dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( h' g6 C: n. i) I+ ]: O/ lHow you suffered for you sanity,9 w% g3 Q0 \1 u3 q
How you tried to set them free, 6 g! N ^ G) J" R) Q: P: [; ]
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 d1 k( @3 D# y, S$ d5 {; }& }& M- jPerhaps they never will. |
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