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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % P% w1 L1 l9 |% H8 W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, W z% H0 ^# v T, @4 qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" N: `, m5 r4 n3 }0 xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 B1 W; e9 v! M; @4 Q' C) U, bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- i7 V/ h0 Q& ~& G# ?
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 [9 c/ I- c2 o4 E
How you tried to set them free, " [, X; | e- `8 G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 D- E. ]; P' p/ z1 kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 |) ?# p, o! W) }% p; I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" z7 F' {$ z+ ]7 e" @6 _ eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * C1 Y& z9 p- P" r) L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ S% P9 ~6 z# T* mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 r1 B- p9 ~" E) e. q: P. \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 t: V& J, f5 Q- k3 {You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 O( L$ E9 M T' yBut I could have told you, Vincent, 1 v) @. H( |2 j+ W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * ?8 D3 n# ~6 m9 [8 a7 a
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 f, `5 X' w; E7 jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ [; d( t/ Y9 \2 K f, h. i6 `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ y' V' Y4 Y' c" B% VThe 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, 3 G; _7 ]# ^& ~8 g
How you suffered for you sanity,$ h# i) W k) U* u
How you tried to set them free, ( M' i+ s& z# x( j, P
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 V4 a: m7 e1 ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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