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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% m" @) ^) Y# e; iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 u1 F4 v5 v; L- R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, u# m* I, f6 t- g+ _2 r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + H' p; {$ [6 u7 c! n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 }" l& W* Y9 U: W, V1 `
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 Z) f" O$ N% `( Z! HHow you tried to set them free,
! V! B0 j9 p( V8 J0 e! P$ P' e, ^. jThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 s% K& y9 I7 _$ N4 fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ s3 T: J; l7 h. o3 G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 O( x- Z' G) \9 GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 R$ p2 E' f, Z- K6 A; d& zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. j9 r) J* f; ?& v, ?, D* ~
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! Z% j3 P/ O1 g& Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, a3 b2 {) K# N" s! \You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 ?! K: B7 \- C7 M0 x; SBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 B) i7 d' G8 _2 W: e' q, QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' q. b# P! Y; n. WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ ` f2 |6 S. i* F- LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 A, ]" J1 E e( w4 I3 SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 { q4 b, n2 c: X# z: N
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; O' h: P4 n5 Q+ Q8 C$ T# D1 t. s% i
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 E+ E% `- V) QHow you tried to set them free,
. ^8 M5 {+ w- o! V+ NThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' ]2 x# c ?" r- c* }
Perhaps they never will. |
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