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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # ?# r9 Z7 e- Q" j: M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; _) L$ U3 z1 U/ t# u0 ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 y; U5 \1 d6 Y# e4 L. ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, n6 r" K' |- b. W/ i# H( j L1 n: b4 {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* D5 U* n5 z9 D' S; K: x& }
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ R/ }1 u- ?+ J$ R7 H! q3 r4 yHow you tried to set them free, - j3 _) o0 w3 ~& a* B' i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 _( c ^) \) s- J! J) XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - `" x9 x7 d$ d- Q E9 g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 G; V3 K. _# V: z* kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 j# y7 ]2 N- Y1 n/ }+ TWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 Z% k& x& h- Y w: SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 P; F/ Y Y1 l$ i% d3 @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 L* n) A9 X3 _( Y) f
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . R8 L" T4 C2 ^3 l6 \
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 h9 _! Q) M0 P+ R* h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * N6 ]0 V: S9 p
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / y7 b! Y6 m: W3 k8 k+ y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 U0 U( r6 q6 G5 D- y* gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! m( ?% X: M* Z3 B4 T9 K" |) ^' J
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,
" R L- z8 y# ?/ m7 ?0 VHow you suffered for you sanity,
- D2 m: u, O8 S" h- R# S, U& H2 W5 fHow you tried to set them free,
L J" `* r9 g; l' {8 i- mThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' `$ L/ z; Q% j+ i
Perhaps they never will. |
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