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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; r8 H2 D6 Y) z' y% v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- p) Y) s- }4 pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ s! n/ ?, c7 A0 {6 ZCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 I2 Z* `8 N4 `* H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: j. @8 [/ g3 M. h' S8 _; d* [2 ]How you suffered for you sanity,
# ^( L% D6 W* _! F) y6 Z/ GHow you tried to set them free, ! o! U+ n! o& n% Q8 h, x) ]* U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% p9 w8 {0 F5 L9 aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
f1 H- j! I4 s$ dSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) N* t. M5 r, Y: F* t! SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) v. T' Z' {8 b# U; T& c
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, 6 j2 v" T! V: u. O' k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' C2 d; K4 |* t9 W' \9 j' g0 HYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 O( ^4 o4 f8 M. l) a) {& d
But I could have told you, Vincent, " |/ P; a' Q$ u$ f" {; \ [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ m* o3 @) J+ Z: h( ~4 x
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 K1 H6 d( L- G6 H' A* j4 m w oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 ]0 ]- j8 O( \. N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& X `) H, [# g6 @2 |" }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! Z! H9 t1 ~/ B( t# z7 z0 ?9 K
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( Q5 p, [- W! LHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 e$ d9 a+ R( L5 RHow you tried to set them free, " L' F4 ^% Z' F R) x. M" j
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ y: o8 n# v9 K8 U7 n- D. s
Perhaps they never will. |
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