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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! b9 E1 b4 x8 h( o- s8 U
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ D ~! N; t+ |/ @" r! UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; r7 |* H# j; a: Z( i- lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( f2 B6 ]: x! E; o3 A3 uNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 T% s5 _9 ^# @1 u4 o1 B
How you suffered for you sanity, ( s. h6 a! {) E+ l
How you tried to set them free, ( i3 q0 V0 b d6 K7 ?7 a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 \: K: n; T1 _" I1 r, m# _7 q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & r7 ]1 w) u% H; I+ x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* Y g, Y9 v. L5 X M- i0 k) VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % S7 p& D& H, m. k
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ F+ i0 O( v0 p3 ?3 p& cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ J5 L+ g8 Q) a, M6 E5 f
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! H/ k1 R. r; m( a" D) H
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ | z Z1 n9 x3 T% _. l+ b7 X- H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" a& C) `+ o( q2 M7 _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 S& U* L2 ], q. J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * z- M) {- o3 m5 ^" g; I/ h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( W6 D4 E: G! H7 m- o* X5 u) y
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,
6 Z L5 r$ w- x; a+ T4 `: _How you suffered for you sanity,
! S$ m$ z v/ @8 f' }! `* S- Q( {How you tried to set them free,
3 z1 ` v5 B) l* uThey would not listen they're not listening still, 4 x) B# C- }) V/ k& H5 R- S6 E" v
Perhaps they never will. |
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