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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " X7 z2 e% n4 k# o0 x3 t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( c, y6 j E" }& C% y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ f9 N$ w! t% V) E2 R1 Q1 a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ k' n# a7 J4 s. T6 S) N; ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 i3 J4 o! p4 M7 a% X# d8 VHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ K4 k1 t- j) x- BHow you tried to set them free,
2 E, t$ Y4 b& A" V7 |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + Z5 z6 [+ [! Q6 R, C K7 v& }4 Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 A' }2 C" b+ F, r/ { ~1 T
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& J1 _) {4 g1 C$ q/ z5 V' ]' dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ |2 X/ G! a5 y4 b: m9 i$ E- ~Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 ~! m3 M2 ]; |1 }" L7 Q! hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) f# ?- U$ @: G, ?3 k6 T
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & X- Z. q- y; ~! L! S
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: `- ^! S6 u" @! I+ }4 MBut I could have told you, Vincent,
7 Q5 x0 p) G b# B& \! qThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " r( w0 g u$ P' Y4 e- x
" L+ q. q& X, LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . K( s% p8 j, q s" I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 d0 f. K# O! `) y ?. M. x7 |* s0 VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' a3 N$ D; s2 N0 [1 ~& b
The 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,
$ S, X' Y- u A/ y" Y" BHow you suffered for you sanity,# G+ V% m5 ?. C0 P( o; l& q
How you tried to set them free, - D5 M+ \, {- }7 }3 Z
They would not listen they're not listening still, : I3 d/ N7 b! C" K* P
Perhaps they never will. |
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