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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 B5 w2 U- i: u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; F$ q6 M2 S5 F# F9 W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 R/ C' T4 b3 \) } ~. E3 SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 Y9 K: Y8 d9 ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 q( l7 J3 o7 [* CHow you suffered for you sanity, ) N* S9 F% T _4 ~ L5 Q" T7 i& e
How you tried to set them free,
' [3 {/ D; g. l2 e' ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , ]4 o, _& K( W2 P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + V4 j# n# t/ d0 u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * ?( Y" V' r) d' V& ^9 L! j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 }1 x u- n) d9 K5 YWeathered 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, 9 F1 s* f" @1 s: ?/ j5 D; q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' ~: y+ r: {; W, zYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 G: A; r$ V) R# z, Q. J
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 i6 k& |1 _$ o' N( f. \" {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& N# G( [. R( K) X# y8 o& sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % w" e; y2 g0 ^/ E# ]( D2 ~% K L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) ^; [6 E' h! R0 W2 S4 K# E3 RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 v1 T2 L7 U8 L5 F/ ]4 h$ }9 B# u6 RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& y: T0 j6 | \How you suffered for you sanity,
) ?2 O" |4 p3 K' w. `* pHow you tried to set them free,
f# @( _' J, q8 GThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ s9 N' s6 S& {1 H. L+ _ ?) d
Perhaps they never will. |
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