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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , j! x K8 _/ Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 m& k/ a9 _# ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: x- W. H/ e* c: V4 s! MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
R4 v c' S# @% k$ O" S0 C }% K; bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
* `) C( I5 g3 @2 YHow you suffered for you sanity, $ B& S; {1 b% ]( F7 T. s9 r# ?4 {7 c
How you tried to set them free, " \( g- O8 v3 B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - |2 \$ d7 M3 `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 {6 g3 h. ]$ ^+ p3 z/ x6 P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , P7 Y4 \$ ~5 v6 q( x0 O% z, A6 W8 b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 D$ \8 {( Q: w6 {1 E& ~& YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 l' y) q$ V+ e8 ~: n7 p7 c. S
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' x6 [. s8 K7 K7 r+ j' \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! t$ H% }3 J( b: ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) V; \$ c7 q i" |1 F1 i+ r; P6 u
But I could have told you, Vincent, & Q/ z2 l" P" A+ q* L) L: B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 Z* N( {& {% UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! l& P+ h Y! y6 l+ o, mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% @' F0 x$ |$ Q- u7 M2 ^* x8 W5 YLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 t* @1 ^5 L; dThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 V) ~) N; G5 f3 F5 ?
5 A7 x* L U+ M3 g: `2 ]" W8 ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, # L) N0 q, E% |6 h- j
How you suffered for you sanity,9 L9 H. T- }' N& `, |; @$ `" h) L- J
How you tried to set them free, 7 L8 @0 ^6 d2 J3 h3 P2 y' @3 e
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 w, O3 P7 n/ P
Perhaps they never will. |
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