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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: |' c7 g3 P1 }; @; ?+ T3 YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, }4 ?; q& x2 l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 s/ s+ A( Z8 I9 [, eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, H! f2 ^1 ]4 d/ \& |1 QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! B* T( i1 @( ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 e1 ]" e& o V* m `How you tried to set them free,
2 D0 v% R6 S' y2 o4 u" c: ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ J- ]! s- B9 V6 hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 W( N; B3 d& a; L/ G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 R3 K! H O! S' c& c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " N. w( n5 P4 A% m) i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - u/ Z5 J o! F: R! J
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, J( j1 H, Z$ l S' V. F, r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
X+ |5 q, ~4 N: R0 P6 kYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 J" d7 _2 e* m/ t, b2 FBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) |- i2 R& @8 `5 A( C+ TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / m4 r3 R- n0 U5 X1 B
: }" B1 Y" m% E$ K" A l. T; sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( \: o4 |- |( }Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- q* g0 ~1 O3 F' m5 @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 Y- i5 B/ U/ R3 Y' H6 X% B2 ]
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 @8 e6 Q, ?0 `3 t
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 _1 u! A5 L2 q! P" B; @* o
How you suffered for you sanity,) C% v" i" P+ x+ U
How you tried to set them free, - w. N3 v+ c, f4 d( v
They would not listen they're not listening still, , b |% d5 o( V$ `- e' T9 p1 \
Perhaps they never will. |
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