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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! a: o" P$ _: ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& H3 }+ j/ U% N, CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( G3 S: k" `1 s9 W4 O" m9 ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ w9 f; ?9 N g v! RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( A! a: u% L- z$ Y. n V Q u
How you suffered for you sanity,
! M3 b6 h& ]+ [) q ]/ Y2 P! vHow you tried to set them free,
# k8 B. B3 I" ?2 l) eThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 K f& f8 `% RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! D2 N6 ]5 \4 I5 N# z: R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ a' R$ M% X$ A. \( i7 SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 F* r2 u/ ]8 O9 H
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 n5 X8 V$ V/ Y% `3 K0 GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ X6 X% l3 v- m% f1 x8 r' D! W& a `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . e9 y3 x! x2 ^8 T# R7 q0 ?5 Q# @
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / c6 ~! Q, P" k2 x. I7 w( L4 l2 E
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 J/ _3 H4 T/ lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : F* r# M: Z: W: O+ x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! ?: B- u3 K5 V' L/ e$ ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , b y$ N. h" _# w/ m4 _1 V9 s; D
The 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,
; i, v# W2 N4 Y8 |How you suffered for you sanity,
. W5 H8 c- M; E! q$ x; BHow you tried to set them free, 1 X4 k3 P8 U0 a; D! E8 z
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 o3 F" H* e* F6 z
Perhaps they never will. |
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