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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / b% g% V9 F7 ^' U7 h5 a0 s# B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - x) U: s: w- M; }/ x" ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; C& r# k- C0 u; N! vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( r/ _# W4 z0 }1 hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,; ]0 [: v! Y& f) Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ O8 v2 @+ f6 k2 E0 Y, @. BHow you tried to set them free,
3 J0 T, J, c+ i/ B! v. _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 F5 p! D9 l. ^- e& v: nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 ^) w, }& ^4 t+ W T+ v
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 i' o1 H2 o: r; p( TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( {' u$ H9 S* `7 k" I: H
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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v1 q! l, C n4 s; v0 R, TFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, - D, v" r* y# r8 N1 |$ x& I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 V; E0 w$ j! e" \6 F
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 L1 f$ B5 G/ S/ B$ X, y5 T3 v
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 ?) K8 ~5 D; t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 c- p* V' O* P* w' [, F2 d) K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# D' a* l3 q) f: g) W2 F: ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / R; A. w1 r& n3 d3 K3 i" q S
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# z% Z }. p0 e. X9 V( c: INow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! y3 K, m- q) I S! GHow you suffered for you sanity,. S" t8 @" _/ f% Q
How you tried to set them free, ) ]/ B, D& [9 C
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 x8 e3 ~! C/ X4 D H. G
Perhaps they never will. |
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