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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - k5 G' r9 W: y- T/ @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 [! O6 u/ @; V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% Z L% _3 n9 P' R: ]% t vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 G( `+ I6 p' ^% Y0 F0 A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 \# l0 y/ R- S, N$ n. \How you suffered for you sanity, ) I$ b1 R) Q, l
How you tried to set them free, + R* c$ g9 e3 R! g u- y6 I) H( I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
}6 B6 x$ [: D6 I9 ~1 |Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / ?4 e9 j7 M6 J% G; t5 G) y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; X: M/ ` V6 d7 }! E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' g) x$ _7 D7 f) m3 G/ O( l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 _8 l/ F, x* NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 J5 a4 u9 Q6 q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / L7 V1 A1 f9 ^/ U' i# ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. H6 I4 H9 D+ o. FBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 Z. c9 g/ }2 o: ^3 h5 O# lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 a% c9 |5 i4 B: u h4 g5 g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * V% V0 X q. o9 `8 L0 C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ @: U% f$ G5 F+ Q9 [
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, q' z9 g4 V: S4 p$ i! \5 a) L# ?Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : M3 O. w- d9 C* J" Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
. F% \1 }8 ]3 o- U3 A- P, ZHow you tried to set them free, # e; ~: [, @" m" H) `4 P/ s0 D
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 o( x0 L: Y; G# \- W: I- { V
Perhaps they never will. |
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