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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! P) J2 N8 { f( p$ b6 k# CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . u( @; H* b5 C7 k& f$ M; s, e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* e. {, _: k- GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& V) Q( h1 l! C" O8 sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 I0 U' b3 o7 u ]9 |
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 g7 D d: d( n7 R/ z0 v# }
How you tried to set them free,
% Y* o1 s( A, t$ t# `) L' }" a$ `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ k5 g. S. Q; B: s9 z1 G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . P: ?+ a8 ^: {$ G5 s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( |" D; c& x4 Y) l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' X4 D# D' u {3 S
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 L8 ~) ?( A& t' Y+ A; }
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % Y% j7 u+ A- r: ^) |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
O8 J* N. H2 eYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) U! @- U$ o6 b$ XBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: P# j1 `3 e/ u d+ eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- v8 k; V5 q9 g, W2 \8 L- e l4 T. [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 y8 \1 A9 f# ~6 R' y9 F, e* Y- nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( h5 {/ N4 `5 ?$ B" y: u8 \- `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 \" V" o) i/ o" N/ e E; B# X
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 W* K: i: F' x' P( _- ~; kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 |' G e0 U. \. w6 m. kHow you suffered for you sanity,
, c2 b- c; o1 j7 zHow you tried to set them free, 6 H( f1 t! V4 {+ H2 u, ]
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 L3 |& n" X3 U2 P, r$ g
Perhaps they never will. |
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