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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 B* t5 ]" u% F6 c {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" z/ r' `; I7 K/ X& P# R$ p" P4 bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! z, H. i0 v% g; xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! g2 D4 f4 F# q; Y0 D: K% f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* ^6 \5 {$ l: gHow you suffered for you sanity, : L( u3 t7 H: \) O7 f
How you tried to set them free,
" g" K. Q I; k4 IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
n" E6 v6 L. P! }9 q8 tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 g# L9 T$ \2 x \- x. kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 r4 A% X, ]- O1 l' q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , t& u# E9 L. Q6 P; b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ |* m7 Y7 O& f7 I7 U% I7 d# g) AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' q2 K, U' t# h/ F: J7 }; m. n7 }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ [1 w2 U3 s ]$ n, i% m% s! nYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! C8 q' Z& U; PBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; K5 B) a+ n% V/ L) eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 u; |! ~) i3 I& j& d& P! F( Z
z# t9 O, r2 x2 x9 m9 Z- KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, V# B) d5 u3 C# D$ i! YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( t, u3 @" y+ Z' K7 j* L: rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" m, K$ C* Z1 n; lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) ?$ ?; x" H" i% }. D$ Y6 }/ `0 UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 `2 }9 O1 M/ t. e9 GHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 U( k/ K5 p3 ?- [/ S, i( `& yHow you tried to set them free,
; g( ^$ D0 [$ M9 @" A) ]3 P/ mThey would not listen they're not listening still,
' x7 r, c' a' U* G+ q" V4 H9 ]- BPerhaps they never will. |
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