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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' z( Q2 p7 F- N& L7 Q$ V, }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & ^* U4 O8 C; S- Q4 e7 }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" d( X. p" f6 C5 Y- I& GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( d( c6 S, Y' y; m; f' H( {& c7 I* VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' i0 H3 ?$ |- _! }& o! hHow you suffered for you sanity,
* O, ?: [' r) U* A! O& o& }: T, ^# JHow you tried to set them free,
! d9 M- q* S. _8 N3 ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: ^ \9 b6 b; w, U3 b- rStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / K" s' p5 ?+ J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) L, }: x" L; z0 g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' V! d% I+ L- X: C0 xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + {) l5 k; n# z% ~; k* ^
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; i* Y/ W) Q8 w) l; a" P) B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + m7 T( T! Z5 C+ w
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + c! w- z% L n. [" m* ?
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 o0 d9 c |7 O* |+ [ m" ~, J7 tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 t; o0 l ?4 w% vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: s( N# i! q8 A0 U3 ^) s2 nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ w' u2 x0 \2 t3 ]- ^5 S% s: uThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 L( h9 L: Q& p8 X
How you suffered for you sanity,
' t0 O$ H! t, n% A9 i. X% L) hHow you tried to set them free, 2 Z N2 Y6 g6 f2 Y9 m+ Y
They would not listen they're not listening still, & z: s& b; e4 m* @# M
Perhaps they never will. |
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