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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( {' b/ ?3 L, z8 | N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ g2 C0 p/ {) P8 {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; w" o4 |( V* B1 Z7 T* H, iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 N5 v8 ~! A8 ]# ?0 s% T% b7 sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
: x7 p% L! z) O$ r6 ], X" ^How you suffered for you sanity, 7 G3 A( n) |; Z! C
How you tried to set them free, ; F+ J" l2 B' n: u$ ~- y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( k( T6 F/ y/ ], G, M7 ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' z) a @) O. g5 `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . p! i/ P! I' |0 C$ }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 N9 j& W5 \ F' v' d! lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( v X# ^5 c/ D p$ \7 ?; BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
S- s# b/ g/ U( [6 aAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 n$ b8 Z e* g6 x7 `2 E- `
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 f8 M5 ~7 c9 M7 mBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; r" S1 H5 I( s* eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 i" R8 j# [' ?/ D" r v6 _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- B q4 R R# P" k. h. X3 d, _Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 d( J! n9 I @2 ?: C' h$ Q' V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 M8 w$ W, m& H. z& I" ?* WThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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f3 ]6 R4 G' h2 t$ BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 q( Y. A' X% K% v6 N+ E1 L4 THow you suffered for you sanity, ^& d4 {3 N N( x2 k; ~
How you tried to set them free, " w6 U f: x8 K3 J2 k4 S
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, j0 Q* i( i4 ?: o( ^/ ]Perhaps they never will. |
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