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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : T$ b5 y3 w1 b) D8 u8 G6 K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , L0 A; I, g& W6 l% P- o S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 r- B: n, Q. U+ W$ aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 V! ^6 u: }$ N% Y/ w7 y/ ~. ^2 v$ zNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! f- Y0 V- I* {How you suffered for you sanity, ( u: V' w( J+ {
How you tried to set them free,
# H/ H' q% {, Q" T- gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # s9 p q8 \- d& c7 @& C
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; G) k6 Y- L q# lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 a0 f# N/ x) m1 s0 ?1 lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; b1 p s. u! |) Z' r% l2 [% xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 _, |4 d( e( A# n1 |
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' `/ t" `2 O3 L& S! c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, p4 B2 p9 n' I% X1 `, SYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 I- b# N; M9 Z# f/ g" V; qBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 d p: A' k$ x: p7 [! `! }/ \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 Z) Z s9 H" z! @2 `1 D8 XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . f( S( m- ]- B. l6 H: r0 T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( h# Y- _! j7 B6 I/ q# }Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ c8 a. r5 B8 ?! u9 u7 q& xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 B6 J: u l2 r% e# U2 t( L. W% z
) N/ K2 i6 I9 J% n8 o5 m1 |0 bNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . z. k" _( r8 r8 Y$ J
How you suffered for you sanity,; \) R# w$ ]. F; e7 z
How you tried to set them free,
/ a& R4 L6 z) [! X% s' i/ A" VThey would not listen they're not listening still,
7 M' f: M' C q: aPerhaps they never will. |
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