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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# }) u4 B* p TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 g) u) `+ }* E% x; \3 |6 k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% a0 C" L$ R1 y7 K5 z- l9 I7 J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 M' ~7 V1 r% x. {; J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ u1 x1 l& a- V5 q t2 PHow you suffered for you sanity, I7 G* R8 Y! L
How you tried to set them free,
2 A+ A& U5 y. X# O: _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 i/ M/ @6 a3 gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, |* p3 X v9 d, t8 C: s: w& YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , O; q9 V. ?5 z' z2 d# ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 V4 _" S2 L5 t6 V2 p6 o- i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! `2 G4 f1 q( \( ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! p5 }+ N1 Z, z0 E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 s) e" r- z3 W/ ]You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ ?/ p V# J8 @: f, l9 EBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 q7 A" y+ p/ l0 \ HThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: Z5 v d+ K! ]5 j9 SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, c$ S3 J: s6 Y% TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
h) t1 @2 x0 X* w Q% ?7 G6 ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 ^4 V# O! l. d! m5 U. lThe 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,
; Q9 d1 D! `. Q9 e7 D1 F9 LHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ \& i. E6 N: rHow you tried to set them free, . A: E' K: _, E# T( W
They would not listen they're not listening still, - }8 b+ P( t+ j1 c- F1 X: a+ {
Perhaps they never will. |
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