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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 q8 }9 X. d. o, N) R* W ], eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! e+ r2 D3 y7 g/ f' T7 e( VShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 N% l! E+ ]& }. F" WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . q6 r* W8 G7 n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 Z# f4 g. E% x: \3 g
How you suffered for you sanity, ; Y' u/ [9 L3 j9 ^$ X g5 n, u
How you tried to set them free, - Q7 O( a# Z- u" [5 j& ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- q$ Y# \5 c( P6 T) O. j( DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 I/ a/ ]0 l- a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) H( Q' H" R4 @( w' P( r& I5 RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 @7 Q9 g1 ~2 m3 y) x( zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. U6 u0 `, K3 rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 N0 P, d/ ^, VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 `0 K* b) {! k: `3 a
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 c; ]4 p9 v+ |* S' G; f" L$ l
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" c& h `1 Y$ t: w, hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) e* u7 N, {$ G7 q5 M5 E& \% C7 h2 m) l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# s' Y+ O. k5 u* j) R/ sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 X7 `* U I9 n& W5 D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " ?$ R8 T* i2 l
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
a8 O$ S& c8 M$ n7 b4 sHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ Y. F- a( _) C5 U3 fHow you tried to set them free, * K. Y( V# ~6 ?# r+ Z8 d( C
They would not listen they're not listening still, * u/ w5 S# [. k; t8 g
Perhaps they never will. |
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