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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , m" H5 a' E% ]! I @& t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / [+ L# N6 @7 \ u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 N% W* `9 R/ X0 x2 z8 @2 gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 Q. A( S( T6 H. X8 A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, j i5 h5 S$ f0 D: a9 {' x
How you suffered for you sanity,
' g ?+ N y$ ?5 u+ [ C/ lHow you tried to set them free, 1 t# e! V! I; r* m; x3 [1 p/ R& r( u5 h2 P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, W i9 s7 g: W: ] N) MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' G) z* E& o: |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" w) {/ b5 r2 s' dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ z' G, H/ I: T. _4 {) K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 v6 X/ I5 h6 {8 g: n" m+ Z; u
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 F1 \4 H1 W; [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 Z! E+ \) t: p3 f/ q: C- I
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 N3 Z) F# }3 `But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 F2 U+ R) n' d; m% m9 x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% m) V" X1 w# L, G, _9 uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) ?; E* Y/ ?% fFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " W2 s9 o( E& v: X, A! q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 t e) ]" g6 t+ Y# o9 RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / s3 L% a3 u p( l t
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# k: |5 Z& @! R& \8 o4 iHow you suffered for you sanity,
) @; ^+ \* h: g7 nHow you tried to set them free,
$ g, l9 x! F; A6 JThey would not listen they're not listening still, * g, r1 | \; o h( K, k. S
Perhaps they never will. |
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