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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. d' Y p. S$ H3 {5 cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 {4 ?- s/ b1 a" H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 W) y6 E( ^0 X3 m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 @6 q0 q# P) r9 a) hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 y2 Q4 S {# B9 F2 o8 G1 G; AHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ p$ Y5 k& Z) c1 m8 K# J( s0 DHow you tried to set them free,
\8 V! ?# w5 N& JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 ?0 [$ _0 c& M9 NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' E3 c4 S. k; q0 m# B# c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 ?. \4 T6 c& l6 S+ iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 i: c7 Z% H( n# r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% G7 Z( ~: {. ]3 Z4 R6 pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 U& P; A0 M3 g7 H0 K" h4 F+ X4 UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / a N6 f% G$ f3 Y/ H! b; |
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 ]6 i) E% z4 t
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 X; d0 p# M; P8 T: ^8 ?9 r! l6 `- j/ K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % }8 x8 T c Q( S2 ]
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 R! `. C; o" z# n0 W& c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 u& t9 y, ~; N# T2 |5 k" p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : S: |0 ~6 {/ _1 A9 E& u$ K6 s
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. J5 v9 j, f( ?5 M, @
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
c4 R& e1 X6 u. g2 Y9 {# PHow you suffered for you sanity,3 j. o; \. m1 K3 I
How you tried to set them free,
_% r4 h/ q5 [( q6 q; f7 A! IThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 r" b' S: e: r d9 `) Q6 qPerhaps they never will. |
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