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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! D' |$ k# k/ PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ \# b# u' E; }) y# Q P9 l5 T# D" wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. Q- u+ N6 H# Z+ XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. y! C y% s5 g' R6 \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# k) N7 e+ Y( W4 s1 A7 n$ R
How you suffered for you sanity, + ~3 c, o& b' \: L5 {) k7 t
How you tried to set them free,
6 y- g" ?- G5 C! RThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. E' t0 `4 z; ^9 dStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Z( {" L: Q h' }$ e& b* ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 \, F8 [8 O+ y! a) pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( Q3 S) h; ]6 i% t% s6 d% l9 v4 X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. u: t! f% V5 k. v5 I) Z: _; C/ @' h
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, " ]- C8 u; ?: y# W9 F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 u' i7 A# f4 U: K/ S/ m+ G
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 D" ]; r! O1 t/ }- ~But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 x" E W/ l* h$ ~9 u( \6 b. e. G5 FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 |# V( l( s8 n! v; N9 R! }' jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 Q1 b+ n7 V! N( [) h2 G! d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . V! U4 `6 \# g/ Y) o6 b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ j# p# B0 x9 N. Y/ [' v+ j% Z! n' {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ }3 Y# k. ^' d: nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 v, f, }# i! Y, M1 U6 IHow you suffered for you sanity,9 w9 N1 P" J" P* Q
How you tried to set them free,
3 a, K3 O+ D+ _4 ^0 b4 }They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 @( W- `- ?! {$ N
Perhaps they never will. |
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