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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 {0 U3 S4 N: P& T7 N2 rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 V) a9 k F3 a+ u7 l/ {# m5 _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. O. o7 u4 d. o# \/ X5 V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, Y2 E2 I: {5 T o G4 m' rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- x! _5 l# w$ p5 m0 Z
How you suffered for you sanity,
, R* w8 x' V/ R; B- y$ L# vHow you tried to set them free, * G) P. d" g7 C* H* @( x& }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# ]% B, }* ]2 {" X. o, ?# C: YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + I$ U2 e1 r# b" s0 E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! T% h% a% H; n* A8 K2 |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' E9 ^/ f, M! _7 v, }$ o: sWeathered 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, 0 v0 N! B. u- K6 S* a$ r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 i2 ^& u! y/ _# k9 H7 f. QYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 |* f; f0 G- Z$ I$ L+ L0 sBut I could have told you, Vincent,
1 d. V" u+ }4 o! S' O7 B( g9 Y! AThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! l3 ~' b. ]3 p0 g# W
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 m& f8 m5 H. U) q+ @! _ h* M1 K1 i. _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " m I' K0 ]7 j( {6 J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , \" u: M' b5 c5 o( j9 R
The 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,
- v/ {' ?$ w" e* V' a% F0 ]$ tHow you suffered for you sanity, b9 ^$ z/ [8 n4 E. f
How you tried to set them free,
+ m+ @0 V/ g Z! s) ]0 Y- BThey would not listen they're not listening still, + j# R5 r1 f' i! {, m0 ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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