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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- N5 M$ f/ K9 r& aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % E- q, j5 g: I0 `' z N0 l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! h7 N+ S* ^$ }4 ~6 Z8 U: OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 G5 W' p% w6 C$ ^/ h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 X7 A O3 [, ^! AHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 n. ~3 E# B5 {' R) `
How you tried to set them free,
5 Q1 f" T" k6 J/ a1 c& m( y: RThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
k. V. B2 \5 H- p+ YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / k! i U: d# d9 X6 x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" L5 H/ x: `& W& d0 z% jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % C8 J6 d/ G8 J9 S( A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# m/ i# w2 o! l& U0 }6 EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : p9 v# g# z% r3 L, R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 G$ V6 X5 ]4 C, ]8 O! Y$ J
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* M6 v, P. F" aBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 Q* B* J1 ^. c8 J' F+ w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 e# O9 J# ~9 e8 G6 A
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; q4 U/ ~* J7 z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 h; B; }% e1 jLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 W" ]: o' H% o3 I8 {7 wThe 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, : `4 X9 F1 G! {, J; y
How you suffered for you sanity,5 s( O5 K( l3 Q0 S+ e9 T K
How you tried to set them free, 7 r( a; P: k3 j, b
They would not listen they're not listening still, % A: g7 W) y: g5 C2 v
Perhaps they never will. |
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