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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / u) q5 m! i* N' T1 @( d* o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
N* P+ D# I5 CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 A J0 N5 F- |- l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! n: P$ g* W: {7 _" k) {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 ^2 d9 _. S( [( E* cHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 `: D; \! V. F$ v. U7 mHow you tried to set them free,
# k( D5 g6 ^, t& tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) u3 b( t0 l2 p; K& ^8 @7 S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 l1 x3 a. M5 R6 \9 RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , C0 e9 |$ s5 _( b& x' N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ ^' A I1 J& [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 B3 z& |0 ]+ V& x" l v5 MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- a# ]6 K" d: Y$ YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , m& w5 r* c* L, Z* N$ [9 E7 @2 I
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 o3 G& t6 z8 oBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 [4 a! E2 k, X( uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# ?# N1 k) g( l" o: z5 l/ Z P" VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' Z f# s8 o$ f& q7 Q7 U% ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; M, M5 s& a5 G9 B
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 `: x2 u& ^3 J( a# W C5 q+ @
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & _: d, L8 O4 i+ @! b9 L! `
How you suffered for you sanity,
# T; R% m: `# k2 J0 VHow you tried to set them free,
: ?. q9 g, P9 e8 P5 gThey would not listen they're not listening still, 2 q$ R! p/ l/ F4 r
Perhaps they never will. |
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