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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( I: ]) b! N% j9 b) w5 ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . ?7 H3 Q7 s" p! M% X9 S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 B4 H) p/ d$ S, f& Z. R: c8 g! sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 a+ F/ X7 s% W# y& t) U6 R( RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
* [% ~0 e a" H8 p% WHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 ^, O8 q7 j/ H s$ V, ?. E' `8 l
How you tried to set them free,
5 q- F) I1 b9 K6 `4 TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 f* M* R; }) E9 j; [( _5 HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 T8 r, l- w, Y- M' G) h: USwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % [+ N3 K- v! c+ x: K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& B) M: K6 p; ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ a5 o: T) E; D" |: ^! X, S! |$ ?/ k
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 b( D( G- x- \2 fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: _. H! B# j: X: I/ T4 ]You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' ]. y: T2 e3 t N- U' N! _) _
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, T- V x- A& v5 R/ _4 z/ nThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: c% z# ]" A0 [# I; W( l1 QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " r3 Y. k" g( U, p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 m/ M1 k) S) hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 J" B8 T3 { e7 B
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 O- m8 [8 ], T- f+ W9 L$ j: JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ \8 L' j/ ^ e4 R* x+ g7 g. o
How you suffered for you sanity,$ i) \' V N; j8 V: z) e5 R+ Q1 W
How you tried to set them free, ( W9 [* j( A/ \8 p' n5 T% q" B
They would not listen they're not listening still, & q5 O* x$ W+ C- Y% `/ a
Perhaps they never will. |
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