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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 P, q# z0 i0 { HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 d a3 _- I( n( F$ h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 I- F) h5 p, V& y* R; t3 J, K8 ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " F, f% |4 N0 ]/ x4 X* m5 t$ E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 M( J5 M& Y8 i/ E8 O2 b. gHow you suffered for you sanity, * h4 ]8 w, @5 w) }: P$ ~
How you tried to set them free, , A" @) a1 @6 _' s& C2 Y: i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( `5 m$ @: ]" A& h# F) o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" i. O: y' e+ V* V# RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 ?# {1 j- m- i, OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; [5 y. o' O6 @6 l9 p! _/ o4 B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 w$ z9 H: ?1 o8 P0 QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 H" r1 c. W+ v! b' `/ U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) \2 }" m$ k! I l9 ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - z- n0 G( U# g6 _1 d
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# D. R/ G! h% @! ?4 }9 rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 N2 p: H+ C& r J2 a$ s" a! Y; g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 Q& c' G9 h( Z$ a; h5 o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / D& y, o5 S2 H
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 Q& F6 v" m* G7 ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 V+ R8 @2 {! X @
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 t0 E$ N" W% H! W6 b6 `How you tried to set them free,
& Q7 D8 ~- t$ s: JThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ L7 s9 }( E+ Y3 `/ b0 }Perhaps they never will. |
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