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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " x) |( Y/ u$ ~! m2 t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! X& z( k) R: aShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& Q8 A( n- ~& a: x/ x, xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ P$ c( @, G& V* D& gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 b; Q% h! w6 C5 \4 U$ s
How you suffered for you sanity,
* _ S0 `8 B' O/ PHow you tried to set them free, o N/ a$ L0 A& h+ x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( Y7 R8 C6 s, y8 n6 Z' K k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 K* S% ?9 k+ G, m* j, u3 [% ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( p. Q# t( D' g0 qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# X0 W2 F5 B- N) O9 YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& C3 W# N6 J4 ]/ g* p# UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 U8 k9 c" `" V4 w7 i$ @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 K& A; {0 C) n2 P& v
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 b4 P8 x# d. N% F) T/ Y, \ i1 I
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 r" ^4 j2 G9 e+ E& ~0 c' u# HThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) E# w2 R8 r7 Z0 O( @3 A
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 V( g( i6 i$ h- Q" f& n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 l5 H7 l9 O+ M4 T0 `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% I; l' \) @6 C0 a9 KThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: D; J$ S1 W1 W! I( J( }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 e) ]0 ~; k* A
How you suffered for you sanity, w9 b# ]! `2 h! g+ K1 B' s
How you tried to set them free, 9 C* p( C) ]/ ]8 x
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 q9 C7 P9 w& E V* b. e5 i& ~9 t
Perhaps they never will. |
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