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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 I- P6 l! D ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + R' X o6 j4 r9 ]! p0 o! ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, S9 B9 a; H3 l7 M* CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' J; Y9 a( m' |; _# M+ ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ P, E% l7 ], v, ]$ b( rHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 k6 o) r* r1 d7 ~How you tried to set them free,
$ A( m" v6 [: ^6 H) oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 n6 d' o, g: Q- m! t/ ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & _; V+ k( _& i& M9 W5 E# \# u2 C* ?3 T
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' s5 J* T! }; t0 z# c4 l* I- xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 J& z3 G* n: \- u6 w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & n$ l2 _+ m* M6 }
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" e+ [, }4 L4 ~- N) S: eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - U9 K; L5 S7 f+ R
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 q" u, w9 D- E" ^But I could have told you, Vincent,
% H. {+ ]% }* BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ E0 L6 C2 b! bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. [9 i9 `3 ^. m1 ^4 ~' A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 D' F. R$ d% h3 f& X
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 }' ]+ p9 N% O: N$ V3 Q
M" ]$ X$ V( H/ m, t2 |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ \. Q7 N; o# ], I1 LHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 A: n! W" r) Z. ?. Z* P# H, qHow you tried to set them free,
8 N- c7 v% \9 R" x+ s2 E; ]They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 Z6 v; t7 D1 W6 ePerhaps they never will. |
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