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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 g# q% h& F' b: I$ K7 S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ p1 D# k4 L$ \0 i9 z/ LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 K+ @5 [( Q/ a3 b9 WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # t0 k! z( P& v$ y% f$ Q! {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 m) E) U/ ^- J/ V
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ H* d' f, S1 d( z" hHow you tried to set them free,
8 x% r7 [9 j! NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( g& m& n% a6 j/ M$ Z( X1 J) U
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* s, X; L Y5 L: KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ~, k( s) n( U( U9 m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 m* k6 m' F2 X5 R) w: J7 r) c
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 s8 ?) u# R, n1 fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # V* p" v# }7 q) ?1 _9 |% j
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* F/ ]' j w% _+ u) k, ?But I could have told you, Vincent,
- l7 W8 c) I0 U- b5 Q) zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 o" L! _" b3 v( k' X- p% V
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - r/ c/ Y, A7 A0 p3 _) q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : v) f3 Y6 U) }2 I1 Y2 x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' b0 [$ J8 h1 H# K, ~: ]( s
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - }7 \7 i6 t4 Z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' I: W( T9 P; AHow you suffered for you sanity,9 K* l& L2 k& u
How you tried to set them free, % ^6 F+ d o6 A* U( K' x4 H
They would not listen they're not listening still, " ?7 ~0 d4 h9 A, ?2 @& S) A4 b
Perhaps they never will. |
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