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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 K) l) V; `( ?6 ?7 L" nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! t! @) l, T! J. ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 U; y: j: Z1 l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ Z! h: u* A' O* s; T; P. }Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" `6 H/ [2 Z) O6 {( z3 R2 S; z2 X& @How you suffered for you sanity, $ j7 j0 `) h5 y) p2 t% K
How you tried to set them free,
9 j1 a; l, m* v7 s4 }( qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 `. B4 k" x- a) y y) s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) ^% w# X/ f. R0 J3 ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 b6 E% e! H7 c9 b9 }9 z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) Y) Y, E& y, w- j3 ]9 G7 }Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 k; s) |9 I/ u. A' |For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 y3 a0 j* Y, }; G( p( t8 E" f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' A4 Y' f( T$ @0 D& X. o! @8 n
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' S8 c0 A. D l& v, r" F; jBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# z" V: M I* ^% Z7 ~- JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 A8 K; m. ?4 x( O5 S9 oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " a B. S5 \; h4 h2 S: M# x3 @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! R2 f6 s* e( d: V4 E" tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; V, f: N$ [( g2 r' E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 o1 O9 f! ^/ c( m/ d: H
7 L' C% H2 W5 FNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 G/ r, h: S) u- B& E9 S% WHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 F7 @( M4 E2 ?' M X2 d6 MHow you tried to set them free,
, L2 i% _3 F4 e/ ^, \7 M/ x& {They would not listen they're not listening still,
" H2 J* u7 u- T4 M; x% QPerhaps they never will. |
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