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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 `/ }$ i: _0 \; l- e2 ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) v1 x9 U2 G+ i4 p( ^( i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' p. l: }5 k& z# e/ y }3 G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 ]' m$ a. C7 GNow I understand what you tried to say to me, U7 Z T2 e( ?1 D7 Y2 Q0 a
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 v: E2 O% z; g- J4 {
How you tried to set them free, . n/ O# w' V6 E* x. U3 T2 t, I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ l9 @/ B9 S# _( ~3 ]3 E: \' j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 ?: y. l; s0 k4 n: ]4 Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! Q) |& R7 u, [9 r$ o& mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 E7 _0 w- X( J8 X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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t' X- m1 B1 Y9 y+ S) J6 m; WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) Z/ `" @4 x" LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , z+ Y- c" d" V' `/ o# L& B* F/ W
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 A. h& ]5 w+ O$ R5 l% C
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( N/ f" U2 c% D1 c* N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' R/ s8 W/ e$ Y2 i( _
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 ^4 j) N/ C. a( B! o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 b" N o" ]2 w! u5 p' D) T7 o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # R# F& ^' {# u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 P. \( A. Y7 E8 p* K& [* V2 s+ W" @2 {
& E$ Q- {" d! K% y. r) nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 J6 B( ^5 [! S2 l4 X
How you suffered for you sanity,
, z* E, u# i8 A" Z `How you tried to set them free,
# [3 K; t% C( F- f6 N- I( VThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) I: o9 Q' U- c, S7 K5 O* N; R: K. ?Perhaps they never will. |
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