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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & L, ~0 t5 n9 [3 |3 h. A
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ o/ [) U3 N( i0 [4 Q. s
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% q' q: Z$ b- e1 g. s) x" C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 L+ G6 ]) n _/ D! c4 v1 L7 O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% q4 \& h9 Z; ^' @( c+ G
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 D3 Z2 w1 o8 V& L# X" ]
How you tried to set them free,
5 ]/ E$ S; q9 e1 m0 N: {, GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; K9 V$ z% Z6 M* ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 c/ M$ A9 [$ ^( |4 @/ Z0 b( N9 d" u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 w, t6 Y! e+ ?/ WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 A: Z% ?9 n+ yWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 A+ A }+ F6 rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 Q1 M% A3 C l
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % J1 u8 I6 Y2 [" y3 ^ h2 l% d! c
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 S" I1 z7 }' x7 k8 B& K8 g4 CBut I could have told you, Vincent, + U3 A" {% y% m5 T* V Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ O2 i) [# e3 ?$ kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" j' L' @9 x/ X1 z2 c( LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 D* {# A6 l" S4 Z- V' r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 t/ Z- R/ s6 ]
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! T m" [- Y6 H5 A: T& v+ s0 y. i4 @
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! B1 w( d! Y9 K3 Y5 L
How you suffered for you sanity,
; W- X0 O$ l- j1 RHow you tried to set them free, T7 J5 U( f2 ]; D) ]
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! O; k7 S- V- o# X
Perhaps they never will. |
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