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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 d% G& T! u/ u/ o$ }. C+ ]0 VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 A$ h% t K, M' SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% r: e! {' f) d6 O" z" k7 HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / ?9 I2 W+ F, C6 M. ]* \! p9 l' h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' i7 H0 [& N9 V
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 _* V- z) e% e" W8 \( ?How you tried to set them free,
3 C4 q" J) V, UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " r7 B- J ~" L: y3 E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 }0 }$ S: S' l. f: a ^1 u) F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 `* Y! w6 C8 |, [; f' i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 U0 u8 a! j5 c% S9 S2 @- [1 oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # T! Z$ e* x4 X: y K) b8 R
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 U5 j$ ?+ K6 E n7 c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ t3 @1 u# ^2 y4 m! L3 rYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 C' a8 q* A+ G( P2 n- dBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; T* e5 Q# I& z" }8 K: tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' u B; ]9 [: Q' Y, x
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! Z( Y: m) p& Z; rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * V; h, d7 r8 {9 _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 x O9 _ T" s' I1 u% F5 I# k& f
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, ! K( C. L) S4 u$ |( B3 d* s
How you suffered for you sanity,
& `! a/ b' M, q# ^3 w; h9 ^( hHow you tried to set them free,
- q4 M( u2 r2 J& e7 vThey would not listen they're not listening still, * H1 ^4 u$ T8 K% @! @; D4 Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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