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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& n& u, ]3 d' v t8 z) lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " b, y9 [4 j& d0 ~/ }: h. O2 p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ U. U8 W7 r, E& W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * f' u6 i( f/ @) N1 n' |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," Z, z( V! ^: _% j' N- T0 z* k
How you suffered for you sanity,
! E4 u% c' {: u9 O% _: T3 A/ aHow you tried to set them free,
6 ?/ U. y2 q1 Q& M2 @0 h0 sThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * x' F7 G, e, T$ K$ D* `) ^- f1 J& `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 g# u# p7 G2 k9 Y9 E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) v% g3 ]# \5 V2 R) N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 a% i ^& [* N% n) A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - u4 u* K7 Y3 K% _$ b
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ Y S! y! ^6 ?; tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, [( V" y3 y) w' G
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , l7 L3 P* _4 r- H' M
But I could have told you, Vincent, , {. b' d: j4 X& Z g7 r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- y6 F9 Q0 r v1 u- d5 E' u' FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 ?! h. R* y6 u0 h `+ W$ cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ ~; y0 x- D% j) \% c
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & R: v3 }2 L7 s9 |8 b
5 Q$ C3 |5 }4 {9 d: j* `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 s- C( r$ m& Q+ Z! [) J" c. dHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 i5 E3 b- F- d9 N5 f# K2 `1 dHow you tried to set them free, 4 g2 P0 ^: J5 N5 K
They would not listen they're not listening still, / j6 i) R" n0 s& c& ] f3 e7 A" W2 r
Perhaps they never will. |
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