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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" v! R: ?7 P y5 {5 N7 J9 k8 lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 o! J. Z( i6 ?5 p% {# e+ m3 n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 G: @: n0 m! SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 \0 k: [) E1 a5 @; w% O6 D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( Z6 [7 {' p. V2 G1 P5 G' l
How you suffered for you sanity,
; k* C8 n0 X9 l8 W# HHow you tried to set them free, ! o2 M2 p/ h$ H$ U! d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, w9 N I- S2 n* x$ M4 S( J$ d) ]Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ D! |+ |; a x2 u% n; R. dSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ B( {6 u/ j1 @) C4 z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 h2 `% O; _/ ?5 F, N
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + ~' k) Z- N3 u- @1 h* e; g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 o" m u6 W& G6 U9 j1 I8 K
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / J- l( K' G$ J- E
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 F! ?8 H* V* x' ]; E: G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ V0 a" H" s4 \7 V$ n
6 X# p# a K9 x2 rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 a5 ?9 C/ G7 e2 l' q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- O2 B6 N9 C8 V( ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 y/ ~: a& U3 Y' c g: }
The 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, # h% n/ C% r' ~0 }
How you suffered for you sanity,& y3 @3 T8 ]& A0 p* x
How you tried to set them free, 9 c/ l# r) k; [
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) ?) o8 Z9 C1 D. v0 C( L6 }4 _
Perhaps they never will. |
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