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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 k- t% Q6 z- x% K- ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" I* @8 N* [8 lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 P4 C( a9 P; w* I3 h" F( D- f/ Q; aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 ~, \; \6 {# F: HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ K9 k# R% b' f- _6 J n$ C+ l2 NHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 n b. Y* p% f* d% L* K+ }6 n! v
How you tried to set them free,
# m: _$ d$ a/ a; ^- m0 dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# D" t8 r9 ?/ g# [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ E+ B5 ~& A. K2 J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' g7 [0 `* j. ?, d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 S6 |$ ~ f6 @. w. U5 N. JWeathered 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, 4 z& m5 U2 N0 W% V! Q- ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( p6 u2 H" Y5 R5 ~! ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: G: L# i/ E j+ sBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 T6 R# E* N' L3 ~6 k4 W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 O ?9 a% y1 _& J5 @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, k+ g$ A8 \( j. r/ f2 k U6 V' R3 l7 t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 n; P7 m! X4 S3 x% ]% hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - D9 ]' P' h5 [) S) G( ]! U, L5 K* p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( A5 ?! Q0 N" {: ?) @6 e& ~! U5 wNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) y- L: c+ T/ i7 p) @( X0 z: FHow you suffered for you sanity,# E; R+ K5 o+ H! e& ^- r6 e4 D
How you tried to set them free, 5 q: d* c' K7 k1 R. U" N
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ B* C. }3 W3 Z8 D0 U: E- o0 Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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