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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # L: N2 U3 W& v- E; n- z$ f+ G. t* U
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . W1 I# n9 l4 @% R+ ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 j# N$ E0 U. s$ H
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . w! e; O$ P) e# `& A$ z) U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; {3 \4 X$ @% c3 S; {
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ a) J* I1 o0 f5 @# F# H: d& KHow you tried to set them free,
1 y; W% o! B! @7 b; K, K0 ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " R( k4 J& g, V, W8 L% V' E5 \* P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; j7 g) b% G8 q! ?5 u( g, n0 B' I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) z5 K( m) T& U7 m" CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 c+ e7 a; w# q3 z6 A0 ?Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 }2 W! B$ _- w0 e/ a
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; j; s* U* y! p, u2 t* w# _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 ], x4 V( ~* y8 n- W* s0 r
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 v7 h' V$ _6 v8 Z- a {
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 X. R* L0 ^, Z1 O1 ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 X5 }. l- s' w8 `$ i! w3 d. ~
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 k( Y6 N2 c8 `4 A% ~/ `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 P! M, b7 g" K/ X9 t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! x% W) Q) p5 F; O% H9 T8 a5 XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 }) K' K" Q9 z* n, QNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* r) D: H( J3 v7 u1 Y5 eHow you suffered for you sanity,% L* w( _6 [1 [- o' e
How you tried to set them free,
, b8 N" g- ? g+ w% i9 ZThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 q- U# z N2 E8 o" `6 P
Perhaps they never will. |
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