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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 t' x: W3 P9 }, V2 U6 m3 B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 g1 p, `: g {6 D, e) f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ V% k; F* V- G% qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & B3 G0 `+ i: ?) `$ Z( s0 L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 N. w* E; |) ?! AHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 x% D' _ V. C% N% y& A8 ]
How you tried to set them free, $ ? z4 i7 w7 z" Y8 X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# o# I& o/ m; H- P2 s* D+ NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, Q- J* p2 h; `/ B1 T m. K2 u6 o6 l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ N$ k2 G" d" FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; Q- C/ p/ }$ d
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : I* I& \5 R$ Q) r1 M- ?' @
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( [' f( ? n0 R7 wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % x2 J7 X; @: O
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( _" |; c9 d/ @& D( Q0 z5 b
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ e5 H1 q1 I/ YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 P- U+ [" r, V" u( @+ C# d0 AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 i L5 U4 w5 P: C( h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% o! d' s6 r9 E$ u# E) sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / R3 R2 g5 C* }8 h& Z0 x
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 A# F3 m! J! FHow you suffered for you sanity," i- O; _# t6 M0 b& Q5 l3 I: O3 t! R3 P
How you tried to set them free, * v+ ]' j7 B0 O6 L, S
They would not listen they're not listening still, % n8 B% T8 v/ }! a# x8 H
Perhaps they never will. |
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