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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 [/ p5 i' o: f1 Q/ [4 dLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. x$ ^4 l4 u* l4 r, u$ vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; W) |9 w& G5 K0 R E9 T- `" I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! a6 V) K4 F. T T9 i: C$ ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 ^" l; ?( T2 AHow you suffered for you sanity,
# S- v8 V+ m) } \* bHow you tried to set them free,
' T" I" G5 @6 v* ^0 B% w$ |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 {6 T: t# L% |3 c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ P( A5 q' z4 j2 rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 p( V. {" }6 t5 [2 Q' Q* c7 o6 Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & r, K$ ~5 f5 Y0 m
Weathered 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,
0 _+ }. H; M! s; `; B! k& Z# Z; T2 N0 YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 Y- w0 u7 B$ B5 R) N8 c+ X
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 Q! i- R z. D& SBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 L, B" H2 j* R* ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( }+ r5 Y9 ~. D/ u, M0 Z4 R- I
. K: }9 E# ^2 B! VStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " q) ]& Y$ z0 t3 O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 e, R' n* v* X" T6 k3 LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / z; B3 d4 X! N0 @. h/ Z2 |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 t' T( `* h3 }+ y* u8 uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( r; H) j" K- JHow you suffered for you sanity,
' j2 r; G9 @" u* \/ s" G) j, f1 WHow you tried to set them free,
% C s( d! y" e6 q. n- M3 CThey would not listen they're not listening still, , ]$ U4 E% U. ?( n
Perhaps they never will. |
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