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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( E# r7 G& h; {4 f* f" sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 ]: h! _8 ~ F% |2 p; g" w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. G7 ]5 k2 X* R6 X; H& r C* l! @9 UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" V' [/ {/ t$ Y. V. y& p) }Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, Q: X; F$ n# E2 NHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ \3 {' E5 i2 m/ _) o0 Q2 Q( |How you tried to set them free,
* Y, ^" N' w% M* SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 ]; a3 W) R5 d# |. w$ k5 z# o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % u, E1 O/ ]: ]' v
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 u& K; p' {; h3 m) h. N9 nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" s# ^0 [8 ?/ V, ~; P1 eWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 a. {% f: X6 G, H# K) q W2 I4 G
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % B# l& B+ S7 \) f& k6 c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 h1 ]6 u$ S9 g. `. N
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , ?& {, O6 \* e n) n' W
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( \$ W+ Y" ?& M6 W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; f3 _! M& t' z2 H9 p2 F4 Y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # G9 E& c6 j9 V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. R5 O3 S* _4 J9 Z& \, y, M" dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 X$ ~. o+ V! i& ~+ z D0 O8 }& E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 [, C- o) G( Q; i5 [' `
0 M" k9 n$ x$ c6 z- `- UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ M$ b( N' S+ X7 XHow you suffered for you sanity,
% \! K( h0 H7 e! X0 wHow you tried to set them free, 4 U+ y! p' n# F
They would not listen they're not listening still, " I9 [ b! S7 a- F+ @4 @$ z
Perhaps they never will. |
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