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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 {9 T a1 l$ \3 N- S' G! \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 \) ^& Q/ E2 `! _& {9 P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* E$ B( P$ t( b9 _( @5 J7 O- K( [# i qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # I, w0 L( n3 z! R& n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ H0 [9 m3 {! Q" {$ `
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 S& S3 U0 V; H u9 J
How you tried to set them free,
. g D# L: Q1 t6 }$ V7 Y3 MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
`4 m& s' a! N4 I' \/ ?# WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; r( ~% R) z0 T2 M) x; \0 u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # H. g* Q5 w: e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ _( D9 w. m3 Z3 w( T, ~
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " N" q5 C* _1 E7 |
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 p& f2 Z# s, \7 i3 L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, I3 n7 o0 k+ gYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ ~& P! E; U: uBut I could have told you, Vincent,
, V5 S- m3 w. O. I" s0 rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & y, R* A v) x, h; n9 f
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# J" B) S$ N' G3 t2 OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . H7 j7 }& ?! n% e' Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 ~ j1 O9 y6 l6 `2 l, AThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # m# D7 }8 }( Q* O$ m: Z! u6 v6 N
' d6 F$ a$ ]7 C% _) S5 P9 l! c1 }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ J8 k- b1 v& T2 T
How you suffered for you sanity,
! M$ ^; ]$ t. H8 UHow you tried to set them free,
) `; `: l8 R$ M% D+ V# CThey would not listen they're not listening still, % n" E, ~ ^. N$ V; z$ T8 T) O
Perhaps they never will. |
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