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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 l; |( H+ t8 y: C* q G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ O: @! q9 _1 N: u. S3 |' G; }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. X" @1 Q2 U6 i2 u; wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . v7 y7 p* {1 x" `% N+ g0 t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- y: X' _. Y- F1 v& \6 J% z* I
How you suffered for you sanity, ( f+ ]8 J Y2 \! W4 O
How you tried to set them free, 1 L$ C8 Z- `- n3 x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 S5 ~9 Y5 \& F# A% XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( M. Y2 h) T9 y5 l- d4 T, T% TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - `! T' |0 _8 ~
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 t3 v, f# E) @9 l. yWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 m3 k3 o: Q# ^4 n) \
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ z; _* ]8 y, G7 s4 ]' K g$ eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 ]' a& _ T, [: IYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / X7 ~% c: t& s3 k
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 y- J, B4 K- IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* @' b" _( |! ]6 N0 {' H7 M# }Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . T; c8 `: s! S; o) Z: Q" w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 |# e( Q& W( N) r2 AThe 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, ; x Y- \, X# h6 Q! I8 J; P9 G
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 I" {; R, k0 w# J! O- dHow you tried to set them free,
+ r1 g$ Z a; J- l7 `1 QThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; @3 C2 \- H$ o. j# w
Perhaps they never will. |
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