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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , W2 X1 S' R! H5 K/ h; {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 a2 l, `7 J( `( tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ ~. C% |& |* j8 x
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 R. D1 ~; J7 o4 H: eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 V% [- f& R G6 R, x- q& yHow you suffered for you sanity,
% V5 X- P7 R/ S. S+ Q% r1 D5 E3 S: hHow you tried to set them free,
2 v6 J/ _3 j. f0 nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - x }. j+ Z; U! L8 d3 m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : V" |: V2 s0 M( S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * z8 _6 o+ ^3 |# q; L: k j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - f4 W2 _: o* R8 M7 ?! U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 D# O4 D& P; {: c2 y4 QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 N4 g5 j- z8 a3 q8 f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 i a2 F0 j y5 ~1 F: c. lYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : d4 @$ M5 { {# S4 |
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 w) s5 i, M p6 z% \: z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) r* A; e- K$ w; S/ ~4 Q
0 h7 c* W$ p$ n) b2 b3 t, eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 Z, c& B/ v8 f3 c8 h( lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ E* Z! i" x0 m) X5 y* C2 hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
i/ n& B' n7 | J4 U! eThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. C! u2 d% d- K8 i" r/ v6 ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me, - E1 M: o! m; B3 ?8 ~7 m
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 A6 g# l' ~ p: k& K( x; ~How you tried to set them free, ; b$ u/ _! |& t6 G1 S0 C: x' ?& C
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! f# Y _& ], `
Perhaps they never will. |
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