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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ {" U5 u8 D9 W, \7 G( [& D, XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 o1 S; u" a) `& R9 j; f, C4 ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 T' [/ P' M" s0 ^4 I. s% oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& C; z8 z8 S# v: U7 S3 Z/ yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ ]- k2 L( M$ D2 y3 HHow you suffered for you sanity,
- C5 i/ ?, J1 u" o" b _2 qHow you tried to set them free,
, d a, |, v+ s/ FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . v5 a; u4 y. j# n& P2 E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. W" v6 Y) v% H: u% ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 E2 G4 x. _, t1 n+ v- B. N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( i+ b0 \) [! V# N
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ C( V& t, G# }; v4 V: q3 NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 j$ n' @2 v: D/ m, y+ W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- d1 B( T3 j& HYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 u8 i% U+ R" A2 ]But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 ^4 H) ?" m1 t1 J! a) C& QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 j4 Y B( D% U) I
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! v0 g5 B1 I" {* T t9 B: V7 E( Z8 Y/ M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 L+ L& l: | Y3 [0 NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + W/ ]4 \8 M) u* |1 ]4 J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 M( B' {9 J+ o3 w9 P, N( q! cNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, J6 v" ]& x/ vHow you suffered for you sanity,4 ~( r3 @5 y- F' @
How you tried to set them free,
* g6 O+ h. N: x) h" EThey would not listen they're not listening still, * N+ _- T" U8 S2 ]# Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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