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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 k! u" j2 m; V; c6 NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - H4 A$ i( V4 y) R' F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- }+ g4 V8 P, @ d# e0 uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; _1 l6 V0 j% j7 r; p) [' B ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ V: f3 \# P& `How you suffered for you sanity,
& ?9 Y) E; C3 P: M( j9 e' M" g8 lHow you tried to set them free,
" F8 K, `; e J. z3 b( wThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 G/ j' ?1 _2 v2 ^0 ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 s$ t6 K! o: E4 T6 e( wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - j$ o9 S, \: ?7 r& ~. g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( x/ f3 L0 q5 s9 [& b V# f4 A: H
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 ~) m4 k. b( p* ?' rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. e/ M+ M4 I) g5 D+ h! H; V' OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, F+ V; ?& T* L' mYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" h8 M- N9 F0 l, ]But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ z# {% L) A4 m0 n kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) {/ x4 m- R. W2 U
6 L! G) S% \9 K: U( Q- |" kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + R! r a/ ~/ f M2 [- F( J6 w9 I3 c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 S) Y/ U. Y4 w$ y" c5 X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( E! x4 {: q9 h5 u% V
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( }! |7 y. U. J9 g' ^. N
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 ~% o- K V0 T& jHow you suffered for you sanity, k# R* D1 e. t
How you tried to set them free, , j3 e2 ^9 M: u
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; B6 ^- U9 R$ o+ b; Q+ \# Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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