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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . V8 S1 @: L3 C! d, [5 K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 r7 V8 d/ {/ G" j" i& b; p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 P5 }$ X. a b% |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
g! G/ d1 {& m7 s PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 Q0 N: ~+ s- P) h4 |/ w" { u8 SHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 ^/ r5 l* ]$ F
How you tried to set them free, & X; w/ B% Q5 n+ o# l4 k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ A/ f9 Q' m) P7 t( X T9 T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! l7 ?0 j$ g9 ^; BSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ S a# j: g. q- t9 lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . m; y7 Q1 a% l- l0 e* B* e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 D4 g& k7 |9 Y5 ~& y$ [5 d. I
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 S7 {7 r3 R8 B5 kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ F% b, h2 k1 O
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' Z+ M* r' w! D) C
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ J6 _% Q/ V& l$ F" o2 lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( j c9 q; U% i+ N
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% F' l; U" g8 e. p% x4 `7 x+ UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 u8 h% O: s( k3 ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % Z! A4 v0 T' ^, X5 f0 ]: X, ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 w- K8 f [' S
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 v0 x" n/ g s/ c$ g5 HHow you suffered for you sanity,2 B) N. R8 q! o, S
How you tried to set them free,
6 v4 ] T) Y# E+ q$ t& ^They would not listen they're not listening still, + M, a5 t2 D% e- E0 F
Perhaps they never will. |
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