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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 w# A1 v2 I. F( X5 h& F. o1 }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - `: l3 O& ?( C% f( v. W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 p3 a8 l) k3 b7 E% |, W5 o9 ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ z7 c5 r- U6 TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- u+ c1 m$ Y( kHow you suffered for you sanity, , v* L, A. o, e) t& v
How you tried to set them free, 0 A7 I, G9 c+ C! j, e# I! j, p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 w! C$ ?3 S7 Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 _: \! J/ ]7 x+ m' h4 C \- o3 vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 R: Z+ h3 M6 h' M! W4 k1 t, d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 a: I* ~" E" P$ g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% p6 t. J# B; @' k$ E5 QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 J, J$ ]& J6 g3 u6 N+ M% E' [, Q6 CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( b1 N d ~' U/ s7 [You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 {7 B7 K! o! p( o
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; d; n4 A4 P* x$ \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% |; \1 Q4 ]- y' i* [& XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; ~! {% y. ?. `7 d# PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ L5 C4 f$ ] a4 E, s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " u( W1 Z7 \ v7 u. @
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - U; Z1 S0 d7 d f" V
) \9 e: \- E1 H8 BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , L: g7 [7 O2 H
How you suffered for you sanity,# }, t3 U6 m$ x$ d/ U( i' c! H
How you tried to set them free, + j, {$ [+ k9 D
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 K0 _3 D3 `: p* C
Perhaps they never will. |
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