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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * Z# ?. w5 f8 S# f' g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 ~; ~: G" y1 \" h+ i( D2 n7 u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# o+ g- ~! N/ I- OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' N6 b6 u# x( k, x! w$ N6 rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- |0 o) ^* W/ e, k. k OHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 o8 `2 _3 T9 i; h& b/ YHow you tried to set them free, 4 F( S' O5 Q7 i. B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# N; c: Y) Z. p; rStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' b2 T* j1 g' Y& S$ A; \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ w9 P: K' h; F$ r6 b% U9 {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * N9 h- @. D" K* b; T/ D1 w! _
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! E" m; v$ G1 E' I1 W9 F( _, }
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , k2 o, u5 t1 e% }% ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, M) Y ^, V2 i* c8 n$ Y* ~. |
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 ]" E& R0 c. B9 c4 n( ]. c
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 Z1 K# w* b. d5 G% Y4 g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 N: g1 Z; ^/ c4 h# YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 a& M+ s# P: b- f+ B3 y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) J( @1 [: D _$ c8 {" D- I$ N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 X& |( _& E! G5 c# i1 F4 k
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- s5 [; ~" N) p$ `. JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 F% R- W8 E$ C7 ~+ a, _How you suffered for you sanity,+ s) v! S, F/ D" O8 T& F" r
How you tried to set them free, : M$ z; M6 X# t! n8 y8 T7 h! z
They would not listen they're not listening still, - o! v, e6 T4 ^ f# |% I7 }6 [+ N* u
Perhaps they never will. |
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