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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) I+ _. O, k* [/ O5 [5 x# i1 a" vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . ]8 D% x: v( z, k" ~, q1 |* S+ z$ ~8 b
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# ?3 u2 C/ O G5 |) q P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 c8 T0 c! Z1 }0 r B ?3 C, ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! M! `) r) o9 ~How you suffered for you sanity,
" D/ r+ n5 E/ s0 W: P1 B5 @: C. HHow you tried to set them free, 5 h8 t9 W. W s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 S' D6 a8 O) O" ~. E- r9 X- g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 m5 T! O3 e9 H6 X0 lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* x) ~' m0 A5 A' S5 z6 zColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # y/ F b7 \0 v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ s& J( J- V5 {4 E: I k" n) `For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& E0 @# T# b1 t2 |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 F- _+ R2 v/ k$ ~- z, ]2 [# }
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( v% W: D1 C# T8 c4 ], D% hBut I could have told you, Vincent, % ]& L( q( M8 j% ?+ g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 Z8 f6 T& z. xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: k* p2 U0 u! X5 B0 i- `: O$ |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 C/ o& }& t( w5 H4 s% [The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 V2 F/ A3 o: M+ Y8 K9 L2 f$ nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% @2 w m; P$ C6 O0 l; rHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 A+ F6 ~/ U) z$ _1 aHow you tried to set them free, + u- W) o6 ~% ~1 c5 g# _9 I
They would not listen they're not listening still, + t( u7 k; Z# t* l: b" r( d& i& t; p2 d
Perhaps they never will. |
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