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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 ^. ^: L0 d5 C9 d7 \$ b9 l2 A3 MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 V, b$ Z6 N, W0 ~$ T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, e& j! @! D) i# G2 D9 A: o; G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 F8 S* Y/ ~! K5 X4 ~7 D$ TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,$ L. [/ C. P/ d
How you suffered for you sanity, ( I) j8 U' x- b$ a
How you tried to set them free,
$ ]0 w5 N) N K/ z" EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 C. j* ?6 D: e; k1 p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' @- S/ k, o4 ?5 S' c% T" a$ B: O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 j4 I3 \3 s3 X S/ e' @/ R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& m, {7 G$ H0 UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 U8 `9 W: a$ J6 }. j" U; \7 I! A
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 F0 H$ i5 A3 L' w$ K( G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. W, N4 F! H5 `You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, ]( A& |0 d" K. A$ h' [: xBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: X, q* J8 c" j5 p) d( fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - w2 P) {0 n# d: m' d' J4 D0 L$ y
! e$ y$ D" r1 LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 D" V! r1 ^- E; q6 D0 ~5 Y8 Z+ h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # R( }/ T# z {6 @+ I7 x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' s2 l0 o. D U S* t
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - U4 ^ u& j, d3 H! r, ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 q! g3 }% P6 h: T* bHow you tried to set them free, + D4 x9 ]# Z9 O/ v
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 h9 Y8 z0 n- q& C$ i, X* A* @Perhaps they never will. |
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