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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 ^. ?+ t5 Y1 T! H' N$ \' p0 g; Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) h4 D' {: v% u' MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( ]& v& l; ^! f; ` t( L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 B& N3 F5 A) [3 D+ }. cNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. v- D3 z2 @1 Z# a# ?9 i! P( C' zHow you suffered for you sanity, * w9 s5 D3 G `
How you tried to set them free, 1 r! C8 \+ X3 E2 s+ s2 T7 \) Y3 R s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' @& o& t! o3 ?; C2 aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; h3 r |% u8 O3 x& O1 {3 Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 c2 k4 S4 ^! n s0 I' {
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) T0 X* A6 g2 R, q! k6 ZWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' L$ D6 _1 x" D- |
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( c7 }: R, F4 O/ Q5 LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / ]) B# V9 q/ V) \! n. v
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ U$ ]& l8 J) {. [But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 f9 P/ J! d8 S* z- |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : d4 R: r9 E9 B
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; p, F9 U: l- Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* z$ P- M( U# X1 W' nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( Z7 ?5 y2 l- d+ w( [7 |1 u3 j
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + d/ W+ w9 q: e# b
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 [; W/ F* ?5 F2 w4 NHow you suffered for you sanity,' l- I) A1 y6 {: m5 w; S
How you tried to set them free,
! [( g( ~# }/ |9 z0 m8 I# V' r BThey would not listen they're not listening still, + ^9 A. j7 X" n8 U P) t7 P; E
Perhaps they never will. |
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