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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * y4 B4 o, {4 `" ^+ k" T4 J9 s
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 [( \: O# M6 X# J, j; xShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ L" m7 V" X: f( q6 z. OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 A- D+ m# W# j& J. CNow I understand what you tried to say to me,* K' o2 b W( _
How you suffered for you sanity,
- m$ i! Z2 L7 s! uHow you tried to set them free,
1 K2 ^! a0 ]% D( g7 t/ KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. @' ?% U8 P" |. u! v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( r7 T Y1 d' y1 V8 L4 N' `0 `) V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 ^ C% L7 b! k) x: |! H3 oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 h" B6 x+ m* ~; Z1 G- _7 R3 QWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. S* x8 J9 g U/ e) g
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 X. f$ Y1 @( z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, T7 H2 S% s6 y4 J1 W
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 h1 N) ~% R1 b; Z' n7 ZBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 ~4 ~3 c, C* RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ g! t: |+ O8 D. ]: QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* ?( a, d0 {, U \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! h' a1 L. S+ b! ?! X# ?* G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 }8 h3 j/ |5 O7 ?The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 H7 D ~+ l7 v; X' T& o, l: @4 xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & {2 @# q4 d" H) Q. W
How you suffered for you sanity,6 _5 y( k2 |* f
How you tried to set them free, ' Q5 C$ c2 D6 X6 j2 {4 F
They would not listen they're not listening still, " `8 c8 }8 z& h5 j3 A3 ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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