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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 T: m- [: S- ~4 H: sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * B" J u& ^0 ~5 ^! s! [: b0 y/ u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' p9 ]! U" M9 FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ e1 ~$ w3 ~* BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) e2 R; f. T2 p" j$ Z, YHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 j# Y+ P: q5 g3 yHow you tried to set them free, . K! d5 m& _; |! ^ A8 P; w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 T+ p* w7 C+ i1 e, A4 V& TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " f1 g* `% t+ Y: n+ x$ r, A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& h8 |& c2 y2 i+ OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. X5 q9 G$ G# `% ?. y; Z2 SWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( g. K O# H$ o
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; s8 p5 ` N9 D4 @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " o( c$ i& _3 @* Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 d# \8 \* y6 }; p. H8 x5 RBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( A( M* P5 k! }6 a1 e5 PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # ~+ I k% K/ Y# q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * ~- Y. Z- X5 z" B! c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 l6 Z7 t' Y2 m! _* FThe 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, - r2 s: k% Y; q/ ?6 H/ _3 P% h
How you suffered for you sanity,8 l2 H* Q$ n0 [) v
How you tried to set them free,
! ]: n$ z+ t# aThey would not listen they're not listening still, ! z( K6 J5 y0 Z/ K
Perhaps they never will. |
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