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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 n8 |$ [5 _# x, M% w8 X+ u& p& Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + [. h" X) l0 }# [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# X, ^& X. N" I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " t7 k& v: M$ w1 y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% k. Q1 g% p1 i2 HHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 u" y& E- q0 H' o
How you tried to set them free, ( \! X9 y/ D* C5 l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) c+ y5 e( Y7 C& {$ {1 [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 f& @- ~$ l7 e, N* j8 k; B* g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) a/ s- z& |4 k5 B, ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % T; W9 `$ Y3 G
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,
' W% j7 d9 C" x" c$ j* A' WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! {+ p; \: b4 H2 G4 q+ |$ c; s1 U8 ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ E. m7 u/ _! KBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% i* U7 v2 J0 _2 S/ w2 [2 R7 \1 TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ J; L t# H6 U0 `$ [& bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 P, \0 q7 [" ?% C" e8 I3 N: nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 f7 A9 O& z* M
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - B1 q5 C5 u/ Q# g2 G1 \" c. i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . |% r4 C2 b) ^/ q0 ~ U* Z
How you suffered for you sanity,$ p4 r8 n' K& s( h4 }; i' [
How you tried to set them free, : r# k5 F2 p( H. C3 E
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 v6 f/ s- W% K+ e1 @
Perhaps they never will. |
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