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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, o7 G, w( u8 U5 S# T. LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 `0 k) V+ A0 b, {+ E2 t1 e& ~9 GShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) Q9 [1 b0 l: ^4 t
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ E# `5 ]) H9 {- `9 A8 K, g' GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- r: V0 w: ~8 [
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 D( m/ m5 m2 P
How you tried to set them free,
8 ^4 T0 q; ^2 |: f0 }/ G1 ?: ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 |1 H {7 n- a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - W( `0 N# h5 X& O' q; C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 W5 |! X" J# t/ Z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " f3 _7 H( p( z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& C8 c0 ]. u1 T3 {For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) \' b" d/ Z6 \6 a. _ o6 hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 m' J5 a8 n! p* {" S y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) M% c) e/ t& E; g
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ _2 I2 [/ c1 e x, l) C/ QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" ?% ~4 h0 U- I/ Q: [) L8 @% {. _Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 E' E/ g* v4 Z% y% y* z$ R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
Z* i. j# O \0 w, uThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' @9 p# l2 D$ B5 {( {6 ]
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 p2 o" a0 l; H9 n& m3 F1 W: NHow you suffered for you sanity,$ O0 a/ ~9 E% R
How you tried to set them free,
O5 G- \$ B8 P8 L$ Y7 X: J5 ?They would not listen they're not listening still, , Q7 C7 f4 B, } _9 Z, P5 Z* I+ P
Perhaps they never will. |
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