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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 ]) Z, ?! E8 C& S( G \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 X/ l$ B: i) g; c1 r' n* iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( j4 k0 V3 s! b5 W( ?- N. qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: l; l: G: z. Q: ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ E9 o* h# B) \7 |6 |
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 H. M) C2 ~4 [1 v0 A8 @( WHow you tried to set them free, / e- _( N, g" ]* h* c7 v# O' \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 R% I& t0 q( y6 h6 B+ _. \5 A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . ~. A' m" \2 A0 W- g( ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) F7 ^, H0 ~$ D, j% u8 ^* E( |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 e$ S" B. C; x. I1 ?! M% G& EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& g Z, o, Q2 Y3 {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * D# K* _* y# V+ ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 z4 X" r6 t1 G
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. }) Y. u7 H" M/ T6 gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; m2 P7 {$ Z4 U! a! Z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- w$ f5 X" K( d, i* |/ O5 @/ V0 QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ }: z4 K$ t. [2 aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 S- q) l0 m5 ^5 K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* M, J/ f" \" M0 D& SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 n4 H9 e% @- J4 k
How you suffered for you sanity,9 x3 C* d! c) e! y4 e" S' K1 A
How you tried to set them free, % X4 C3 Z6 `. K# H, X% u' h
They would not listen they're not listening still, + w- ^; E/ g9 }
Perhaps they never will. |
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