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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : R: J& w6 k0 _: J! v' T" g3 t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ {& i% d- @6 [4 PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! p+ B- x6 K* r/ H/ R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 z$ O7 X$ U/ z1 X0 SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- X5 E6 |, y/ Y: g1 {: OHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 A) A' e* p5 p7 U6 ]9 y' jHow you tried to set them free, 6 y& Q+ e% n" @* x% G; Y5 {( Z' J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . F1 j5 b, R8 [7 }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & V4 w! Y' j- o7 G# Y: n# N
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 o; z. a3 }5 T! nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% D- W8 e5 v$ S: F& S' i. TWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; r. t) Z3 p5 v0 ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; Q& O' A) ]8 W. j8 u* [$ u% ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& U* ]- p5 o# _" o* Y( K+ @9 SYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ }" A' }( z- V6 j% tBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( M, ^9 q/ w; o% z& |" qThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ W, q. p, E+ K( t+ lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % U7 e# V j* n: Y- D" f$ Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; R; o8 ?6 g% Q! T# u0 I! C7 z( G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 n8 H, L# h$ a% c; X. t: jThe 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,
3 C! o# [4 k4 F+ z8 cHow you suffered for you sanity,
) C" y1 a6 \+ K$ E) C) `- w# [How you tried to set them free, 0 c7 V% q" t8 `
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( h9 y/ E Z6 `: xPerhaps they never will. |
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