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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 j" x: u, ~! l" u8 ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' n6 s+ I# A! T4 w5 PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) C, E. M; I! s% o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / b( d( U; d- y, G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& @" Z" w+ l4 Y7 ^' p g2 V
How you suffered for you sanity, % T' M9 B+ y# m. ^- l% J4 J* z
How you tried to set them free,
9 O, q+ j' j9 m8 J$ _9 U3 mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' {4 p. x/ D$ J! R. Y! `% h, PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% K' Y+ [8 i- v7 r! }+ gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! e4 y$ I1 w( A+ a. i# s' @$ N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 x1 W3 S& V4 A/ l- [! Z4 y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ [1 E0 b7 e2 X0 M) JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 n" I1 x$ n1 Z3 h" P9 hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! W) J3 W0 A4 g3 B: h& r
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 ~3 O ]& G+ V B. [4 MBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 P7 {, C* `' @6 O) L! r lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 m9 F4 y# [0 ?8 I
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 e% X1 A8 ~1 ]; P
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ z$ @( f, N2 z! I0 [ R/ LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. l) q- {# s- n" W6 O) j' OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. M1 H2 a' D6 I' b; m1 N
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( R! x& w9 s1 VHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 s2 P; J. ?7 n w. GHow you tried to set them free, , L/ z- h$ z/ m" n# B: F! {; v
They would not listen they're not listening still, # H0 A& Q4 y+ w/ M( I6 B7 ~8 z* z: B
Perhaps they never will. |
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