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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ ?& @' @# K; p. c5 Z8 MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % T) X( j0 ^+ n. W4 i- R* _7 R& |
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ D6 v# s# q+ J3 B# ]: j; Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, m6 j a% _; C1 |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ A3 B5 P. R. j, Z4 Q4 I8 n- ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ W0 s. H% G+ z1 D3 _How you tried to set them free, 7 ?. R1 o) T0 A- t6 l; c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * A/ c. w( P% n& u4 H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; o" Z3 o0 m- Y+ E ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' {, H& w1 T: a+ N: c3 Q% j$ e" L3 zColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 C4 J* B) H" d* O* l8 _Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " V% P9 ?) K v, y6 x1 n8 K
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; r+ x3 h; x+ Z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) ]! |- [' D, D
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( C4 q0 @8 U% A9 T8 q1 g' Q5 EBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) ]- ~1 s; W3 Y( h! {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 d' J% B8 i9 W2 O, [6 T2 L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( V0 t! Z' O9 s6 E) hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. j' @" N4 ?# K7 x8 N+ p4 _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,
1 E; g) I% T7 D: ]7 Y! iHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 j; Q- _ B' h5 g fHow you tried to set them free,
5 M- _: d( n8 j2 n8 o3 D0 B5 pThey would not listen they're not listening still,
7 r& e0 {: Q( C$ a- S- o6 a- APerhaps they never will. |
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