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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 k6 V& G6 h$ JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ k( ~0 n+ ]5 S0 z( @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 P3 W" t! t1 {$ R4 lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 @# ?6 U4 D5 c& @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
N5 ?- t4 f6 N/ k6 rHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 W; Z5 }' S) Z2 `0 d" C; ]% U
How you tried to set them free, Q+ N. t% F( A8 J" X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% ] O9 h; i5 `1 _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 |4 z4 w* R1 w# QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ u1 y( M \# q% w6 I4 dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 C8 h2 s$ J4 c' h$ { j X# kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 q0 D M; b$ W% `- n% A8 ?: QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 o, h2 e v# ]; C. f2 Z' SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! k3 V( T4 ?" b& W
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + J& V, m8 M. T3 F
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& x. k& D4 K* a" p& x: k% s& rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. z, B! @% `' L* S- zStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 ?! O# c# ~# \( _( p# b" S3 R$ A8 R LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * d9 c' W$ z; d0 R1 y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * J& z$ U: V$ I- u: h0 x. x$ A W$ \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 N$ L: D1 o" q" z5 |8 PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
g: _* a" O4 g7 uHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 S8 J- m n" S, Y( l4 G0 M" ?How you tried to set them free,
0 a4 b5 D4 T+ B3 b: b6 S* ]They would not listen they're not listening still, & f- Y" |9 W7 p) Q/ K/ n0 J& X7 ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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