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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , H# E2 w0 }1 L. ]# o: Q0 S% V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
H: Q1 ]0 m O" X* hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* O; `* _4 z- t9 y: l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" ?/ M! F) p& S6 PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,6 y% J5 M# _, q6 q+ W5 F7 j6 z) K
How you suffered for you sanity, " D. \# o+ Q8 i2 _" V ^. ?
How you tried to set them free, ! D4 R( s( J* ]0 }+ h. _7 i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - \; i# r9 B- s3 q6 @ H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( r* P) e; c2 I( N5 f( NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 S* U8 H, G+ m& P8 y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 A6 e& a( h. M9 A5 y) e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 P h. a* {) `0 SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : e+ ^) F0 b# P6 B x( m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 P6 i% F0 l& J3 h5 w) lYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 x- c! v, s+ ?, |; Q- q3 rBut I could have told you, Vincent,
6 j: t8 m A2 TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : p2 K7 x" g) `! I) {8 {
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 L2 {3 l) H* i+ v" {7 KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& _ I0 \2 t9 W- ~- K/ kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & Y! C" h1 l6 F' P1 U" \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 S+ r: l; r5 T, s3 Z
5 q4 M- n# [- Y" q% gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 ?( B; d. J2 H4 d$ A
How you suffered for you sanity,
S1 t, U |0 l- ~: g% N+ MHow you tried to set them free, ; {( c+ \" B5 f+ q6 n; f8 b
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 F9 K# u9 I$ a6 l* r" I) F
Perhaps they never will. |
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