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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 B+ d$ i: ~) V( K: _2 v4 N/ WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* `6 ?- W {; U6 G. CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ c* [) c# n" d8 ^7 W5 ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' [% @) F/ u2 q% ~, z3 Y' HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' x" r7 h; M! j
How you suffered for you sanity,
" o( M! v3 d! @4 ~How you tried to set them free, . F# R8 |7 m8 s# X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ E; F2 p' m* t( I$ N8 gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 d; v, ~# Y/ \* N1 d% z- y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 x% ]: n' y) m( NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# f+ P. h/ v$ o1 a' y* ?) ~Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ r% F1 |, W6 w. E0 r1 H7 l0 VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ d9 N0 P- E5 `You took your life as lovers ofter do, K: c( T ]3 Z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% K, `. T4 i' c& i$ z% @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ w6 p4 Q- q6 U8 M1 U; vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 q/ g7 |/ X5 s" B- r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: T6 s+ o7 _. q5 ~7 f- Q2 U' S- n i& C7 YThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& v% j! ^+ M# a$ C' [7 n9 zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 Q2 K4 E6 e7 ~1 I/ k, d3 P- q
How you suffered for you sanity,# x8 r8 a9 q$ ]) O- F% _, s
How you tried to set them free,
# G% W7 k4 F( c! FThey would not listen they're not listening still, 9 X8 M* r( t- G) R" u+ }$ e6 M
Perhaps they never will. |
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