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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . E0 g- c$ w9 d7 t7 q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 Z5 Y6 Q9 E8 Y! F: T/ R& ]( [' [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. y/ }5 J5 {3 _) ]( X& k E# l3 oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - }" v; X: B" l- P. d& ?" e$ T+ x1 V5 M$ F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
b- a1 }; O- |1 L! @! KHow you suffered for you sanity, # a. G6 Z; W S1 M
How you tried to set them free, - j3 F9 ^ B) Z& q( Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : G2 m7 X" H, {) u. ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ r! P# Y( A0 e- ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' W2 {% ~: n& x$ n, dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 n8 ^ S+ P& Z1 a" B! RWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 { H$ G0 S, ?7 Q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ U/ w5 i( A5 A+ ]! H# ]) P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 W! K$ C$ X& ~# p4 q7 }, k
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; G, m' ]4 n4 M* a- T6 ^6 KBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" @0 n2 Q' S( k7 @' N9 gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; ] \. x* [1 @4 z! Q, BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; @+ A! ?# z0 ~9 O) r% AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: p% R7 Y6 S8 ]5 d& a' } Y }Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" `6 C+ ]) M4 { i6 KThe 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,
9 V* k+ q1 L, r( c8 L8 G9 b% \4 MHow you suffered for you sanity,
. b: N0 }& a" M1 W& Z* c+ R1 V- NHow you tried to set them free, 7 H" i: \) x# A
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! s% u6 }* E+ T% { h( i
Perhaps they never will. |
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