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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 o1 M5 b- T: d& _4 u* t. Y9 o+ n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 E9 L. v; B7 t+ ~5 J& q8 FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( E) A% ~$ a6 X
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- `! X+ Y4 A9 G* zNow I understand what you tried to say to me,. W6 s- o" I& W. c
How you suffered for you sanity, + R. ?6 s7 b' `, z1 e' Z' f2 A
How you tried to set them free,
2 I: _' W+ e" @: m2 J7 c: ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: N; `2 Q9 W* tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % R& p9 p2 ~0 {9 J* ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' N$ s2 [# h6 [# \. V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. S9 F y6 `- F3 \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,
[, M; {& ^: O. I7 K! GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / M4 b" M3 S2 r: t. q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 w& F) |) I- |, f k, K
But I could have told you, Vincent, : t+ t) p( K! E3 K+ O6 K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. H z4 A# y. |+ Q" d! W% T" YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , F, U) b$ m G7 H* Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 [1 `7 H- O5 \. x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . C: @+ y, [9 b2 { i; E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: {: H9 Y3 |" O( q$ @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 c; }$ E6 w) G \6 D+ tHow you suffered for you sanity,4 z3 @/ e" ~* l# N4 {7 P
How you tried to set them free,
& {9 }. @& X' _( i4 lThey would not listen they're not listening still, . ? ~# a, k( i
Perhaps they never will. |
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