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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % @) x0 _: y d3 u' ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 V* r6 E$ s1 A ^$ H1 UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, \) q( g) i7 N( | ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; s; l0 z+ K) S: W: XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
% z! [6 i# K: c" fHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 N; C- F. c& A0 R
How you tried to set them free, ) L+ i, E9 r% G! K2 n3 z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / W, T6 _% J) x) N0 k, ^- \4 a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( _1 z, q5 s0 o# x+ v
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' K& E9 [; J7 k6 W+ X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + @" I2 D1 a" L$ j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ I3 D) J5 Q& tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; z8 T0 C( u3 h% [% HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' a% ^/ b6 Q7 r( P
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 ~2 k: M; C$ ?* L5 q2 E: A8 {But I could have told you, Vincent, / V1 g5 E: @# \4 i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * x |8 }( \% p: r, b3 j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" }& l) e" \7 f7 K$ G% vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 s0 T# A! |- u" j! n2 { c
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! G! v: T! R, C% w2 sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 t1 o4 x+ A6 h& }( Q: s
How you suffered for you sanity,# `* K. [, l' M* C" b
How you tried to set them free,
/ Y" t# U% b+ q" ?' x( a& n( SThey would not listen they're not listening still, ( m) g8 h. _6 G$ d; l
Perhaps they never will. |
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