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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' X! w# S$ B1 Z/ I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: k5 V, V- B% X# oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 |! p7 u$ ~: J" m) m( I+ kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: c, K* g. @/ PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- m! R' O8 P' T x
How you suffered for you sanity,
: w5 j6 k3 ^" J2 ]9 g |, O9 b; YHow you tried to set them free,
6 u" `* k' J# P. L: lThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 Y3 ~" c: {% ]% ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 G& U% I3 A5 ]0 J$ u6 v4 Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; W: e( u/ H/ P, @+ v4 [2 P4 w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( O4 R. L% G* l$ s3 p: h. d: t) NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 F0 S; t- c4 }, V
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* L: J& A. C. `9 CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 g" z+ m: p8 b
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 `+ l- \2 O- y$ E3 I* o9 E5 r
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ O& \. T% f' `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 i; @; A1 I8 ^% T2 j& x1 `
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 j3 _& h" ^, rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, c7 T. r9 u5 I' l" R$ Q5 O% _& QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( r- \. N: |7 B( U/ D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 g# h3 {0 W) P/ i h+ K2 e2 D
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! H; x' b u" [1 V* Y9 h8 RHow you suffered for you sanity,' L# x" C) }2 x# P5 T! R
How you tried to set them free,
* D6 A+ E D& bThey would not listen they're not listening still, 9 ~& K- p6 T* z1 b% ^, B
Perhaps they never will. |
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