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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! Z* }3 H/ `( O$ FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* t$ J* u% h$ ?' z) ?% H. A$ cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ s+ W, i' t9 c5 r- Q2 F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ s/ h) t0 e% YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ ~; Y6 @; V4 k% h/ ~How you suffered for you sanity, ' ]9 ?/ ~8 w( E, T7 T8 a; n
How you tried to set them free,
$ ]* U2 t5 \% U, g9 D- ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) Z! z- {7 J- ]5 V% [) }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # x( S" }% G# w6 ~! q, @- B$ M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; {, n7 B0 \3 ^% c2 m$ `: f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / k9 Q+ U& X7 E2 `6 u. Z1 o+ `- q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 T8 t' b! q+ @$ M1 tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / e. v; r8 `" l. ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do, m* g# @' f. W
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! r4 A6 s! `. I) G+ B CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! c& [5 C6 W. a" JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & v0 \+ t7 N2 H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 O/ ~- I6 C4 [2 n4 R; [- w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 J! Q0 |4 D* v% GThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: n, j% a) F- g# T8 ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 I9 Z; ?! p4 g t# q6 pHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 {0 }$ L0 n v/ P$ Y# {* MHow you tried to set them free,
$ Y, e! R- S# R: u3 }$ gThey would not listen they're not listening still, 4 [' H8 {2 L. }7 t8 {
Perhaps they never will. |
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