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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ d% y$ u! }& B! Q6 W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 b2 B9 {, \' P* {* O. CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- A9 W# x$ ?. d) M3 `7 V; a, c0 XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' x& S. v( {0 L* @1 U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* N: b9 I) u: U+ ?( ?& s6 IHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ ?; w* M; }) fHow you tried to set them free,
/ y( u. k8 T0 ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , O7 x, d# }, x" y n/ z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 N; u/ ~ j% N, H" ?2 B mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " \; C" U8 T/ g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 ]. f4 Q: |- G/ j
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, 7 ~; O3 T$ t F! r0 ?) c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 e0 q0 n8 {% ?- K! P4 @* p9 x# YYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 E- k$ j: i- O% j b* x% kBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 [2 r$ C# ]0 |1 Q" UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 N* z( d' ]% h9 A/ o+ Y; E9 O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ q; Y6 z1 [4 _! x+ j. O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 r3 ?) |! T3 `6 ^The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 e1 Y, A' v6 b) Y$ MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, # h9 s4 [1 g- g" S) [% q
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 c! O. j$ {; _5 ^How you tried to set them free, ' a6 K" F: w. ?2 P5 k: B8 ], o
They would not listen they're not listening still, z4 U4 z1 x6 r( i8 K
Perhaps they never will. |
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