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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: b6 X2 D9 f+ s1 XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 p- ^) J, |4 `: w1 a0 i PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# F' H6 g/ I; D3 u( JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& E7 `" R& l3 n* f9 L! LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 L$ n; T2 I5 A1 [! AHow you suffered for you sanity, ) x7 W$ K, U: ~9 v
How you tried to set them free,
7 M" f0 @# M( d# a" cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & e9 X9 V) v! N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) n' ~ ?# r/ `# \7 z/ _" J8 n: j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # Z4 W+ c! t! ^% M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " [3 Z6 n- q/ S' X( |9 ?" V1 ~
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, I+ [# P; P7 c4 d1 q0 K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ k# l8 H3 e! m' \You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& T' F* N5 H8 gBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ q# ~( I# A& ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / K) E& B5 O* v4 {% f( A+ g0 n
1 h' t9 c1 P. q4 fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 k7 V! ^! D- v* `+ @3 ]
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( u& d7 o/ T0 T0 f" w) C6 [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 ~) g" a# g. C2 f& [* ]: r, K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: f+ {( q5 }( C1 k& G6 z" p7 RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 H6 V. x& ?4 G9 [1 j# M
How you suffered for you sanity,4 i) P& @8 x$ B" E
How you tried to set them free,
" g2 F* e. V, \3 d* F) e. mThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 s: ?, E o- ~6 ?! z" K- C* C9 q* R: E
Perhaps they never will. |
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