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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" l. r+ N2 H8 n1 T9 t) v d& eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# R" s& z: N4 N/ M# f$ dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 ?+ ?! T c ?( T% ?) Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 O T! }- y$ Y u) i1 P0 wNow I understand what you tried to say to me,0 \( S* X5 O( M
How you suffered for you sanity, # p5 A/ Y5 U S
How you tried to set them free,
3 `2 ] v9 g* s( T. `" ?0 E/ G$ pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 W3 m/ p o2 {2 n9 q8 U GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 x3 j, R" f9 L: c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 r4 z4 W( ~' r, ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . ? u9 M, Q4 k& i, D
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & h: l% E7 } S( O0 S/ P5 E& L8 h
9 b, }0 y5 @9 q# C5 j5 H3 XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 r( K& Y4 G4 U' y- m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * H7 ] ~3 T$ P& ?6 ]; s: d# B
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 k, d& }- p' h7 B9 P" V pBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 _/ Y3 E8 \& y- ] M( G ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 I1 a# C4 Z& z2 [4 iFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 ]0 v) c5 z+ O7 I) Y3 s0 Z9 w8 x5 d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ j7 B8 s5 Z ~7 a- [The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 v3 T# A! `0 D/ h+ G" ?1 t* [
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 y2 }$ S$ M. e7 B/ AHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 N6 b0 e* s+ Y2 h. Z$ s1 ]How you tried to set them free,
- ^/ @/ e" n! O4 I2 B5 `: k2 BThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* U* e. z/ T' O" ePerhaps they never will. |
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