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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # r1 a. V! z3 L! I, o p; M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( V# e8 R7 o; t# ~, @" _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 v( H( ~% I. ^1 \% z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- }3 k( A6 l M2 w5 nNow I understand what you tried to say to me,) @7 y* X' x ~3 d" ?
How you suffered for you sanity, . [" c$ n8 V1 f5 ]
How you tried to set them free, 6 ]; w; o- V) t# z% Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 J7 w; J6 }/ AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% n- x6 T# B$ r. ~; NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& F2 O$ D3 z+ g D4 F# C1 {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ F8 t, f9 K. x! w2 q8 E6 X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . D6 {$ M0 i: @
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 R, R: v! R4 }+ n; e0 }) tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + ^% q; E% U/ b: I
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 J3 K/ v) A4 H3 E5 {
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 |+ E; z3 V8 D1 c6 ]+ I7 Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * d- f5 {5 t$ W# w% m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( x2 ~* u$ j9 ~% a7 j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # u: Y7 M' ^- c% Q5 t. h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + h1 |& G% C( A: V& B
How you suffered for you sanity,; ?+ \$ q9 o+ b6 `) [- l' i
How you tried to set them free, + S2 c& Y" @% r+ i6 P
They would not listen they're not listening still, + f; w" r @% q2 Y- J5 @
Perhaps they never will. |
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