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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 I% G C% N( ]# ?/ F+ R$ x. _5 I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" \( J. n( J' r1 T" `: tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 \' Z% P2 P) k' n% jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ ^# g3 Y k+ J F# f. l2 r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) h9 Q) I) ^ `* p
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 @4 Y9 \! `$ y3 L+ D* g, u; A; NHow you tried to set them free, ! o+ ~' \; @) ?: }" g- M% o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % d% q' D; b8 |$ h# A' ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" u! O* t& w8 O4 G! m, CSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; l* m6 G$ Z3 @; P, f: ?+ _/ RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& g' Z: k5 G$ m; @, sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! ~! M1 }$ C8 ]9 f$ q5 j qFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 G, L+ |: ]2 z1 ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / N& H* V" N+ K9 ?" L- Z$ R) t" j" E
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 u% L) O/ }. e
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) o4 t4 C5 ^1 N; W/ R) L# tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) b0 u9 |3 u# v* R+ aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 S# u: M/ \7 y- S! w5 r3 c/ v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 W5 s7 w9 i& WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 W7 c8 o2 p8 d, T4 V/ \: y( Y% i/ |The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , ]9 p5 P) `, ?; h3 c
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) `+ v0 \: ~: IHow you suffered for you sanity, x1 d( O2 H$ t" `/ R$ C+ _$ t
How you tried to set them free,
% |3 _, Z7 U; I+ a, G) H5 b8 v [They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 V2 p$ Q1 V4 J7 I; a, S, l
Perhaps they never will. |
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