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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 f- l6 O, I h4 @" M, K+ r! u; T6 Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( M4 m; _. u' O, {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 t5 V) q( G! ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 h" ]6 m! B5 Z, p+ U6 I, r5 d7 _0 G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ {% x- K# @9 k3 ]; M7 B7 h$ ?How you suffered for you sanity,
( q. R: }0 ?6 p% EHow you tried to set them free,
0 C7 W+ C& N4 i7 i9 S RThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* y/ @# ^) \* Q& E- g/ @2 ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' [! ~& e# H; q0 x: Z% _' i5 i. N& }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' u* X) p. w: w% a' `0 |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & a3 h& y& c4 O' l9 g' E# f0 K- s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( o c1 z" H2 [+ {3 t6 K# O: _For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- u( H) j& ~9 K- yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 S5 E$ p' g7 F! p! dYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / M$ k; m5 z. c
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ @# {1 I3 @/ f$ c9 ?% a hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % ?% e) I T. e; Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- v8 J1 |+ F8 B/ ]% ~/ I5 KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( M( j) Q1 Z" n1 _( HThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- J8 h; M$ ]+ q6 O/ x9 zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, " J Z2 z0 ]5 }* A6 ~ _/ O
How you suffered for you sanity,5 G$ ? [, @: G5 B6 j+ r y
How you tried to set them free,
: D. Q/ W. f. ]: @- F: g! S' ^They would not listen they're not listening still,
! X, L$ z5 q4 g1 QPerhaps they never will. |
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