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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ k" S& ?6 W! X8 I4 N& QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 h( L5 {! g0 F! P6 s$ I& t EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 h" x" v( m2 s( O' b+ Y' X' a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 W# q3 _; g0 `! |" ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ u- G% Q$ c: S- ~5 c* {* r& jHow you suffered for you sanity,
O5 p" n+ h9 d" {; F# B( P3 p; JHow you tried to set them free, 2 L& O& \+ N4 f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* j8 n1 h) D7 z: G: BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, q- l3 C8 u* D* G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 d1 x7 a8 M6 G. L. zColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ x& Z k1 A9 O f' D; AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, S7 {% u- W+ q: r6 {% m8 lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
Y! R+ T" M- X, }5 Q( bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 C! h w$ v9 J) F gYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # f( a7 U2 ~$ O1 d
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) H' s% o- Z- i( h- v$ t2 k
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 E1 \! I x0 \( D$ r
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 b. b( G: w o+ s" {8 p& s6 _0 I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / y* f# T% Q2 \+ Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* J Q. ]6 k- K Y2 c8 D/ iThe 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,
4 ^ U/ U- h. @+ hHow you suffered for you sanity,5 E( v5 ]5 K8 U) Q5 b! q2 x
How you tried to set them free, 5 T: M5 O) C+ \/ S" _+ Z
They would not listen they're not listening still, " h) ^6 Y" p0 P$ @" A/ N7 X4 B$ H
Perhaps they never will. |
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