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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 @8 A1 o; l* w' }0 r+ y6 p$ J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) a: [3 ]0 d& \# {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- I5 {* L0 `' s2 j# C4 D( j* UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # X' s1 E1 C: d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( J8 P) M: } I9 x* m$ vHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 z# z: c# J: d, a
How you tried to set them free,
8 k# Z* O( ?8 } l9 Z+ Z2 \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 O1 k9 y. V. G3 J: b1 t" oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' T- r$ K, H& C! I B h1 p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( \& s" t3 E' _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 p: m: `( Z4 w9 y" x* A5 V4 ]& Q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) X: t: {' q2 ?
$ k0 s7 {6 _9 I, N& {2 cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 J" T' k6 }9 sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" g, V: r7 Z' P) n' X3 N, xYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( M( E+ h9 S& ^/ gBut I could have told you, Vincent, L- M0 ^+ M5 q, v: W& f. a' C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 F) [: z$ ?" y6 UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & |1 D' p# O$ f5 F$ K: s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) J3 ~1 H. C0 K( c8 X/ bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* N/ N4 x& N0 N& F8 b! ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! S3 _; q& T3 `( S3 T8 DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" W( q0 D' g! D# l1 H6 jHow you suffered for you sanity,. \' {1 i$ A+ {3 A
How you tried to set them free, 9 M3 A, X+ \; P7 x* _/ r
They would not listen they're not listening still, % R |' Z0 i5 g; {8 ?7 B
Perhaps they never will. |
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