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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & O$ ^6 g8 Z( A8 ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 x/ S1 w! _) gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% H* F' q$ t$ x+ l9 e& GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' ?8 q+ K8 c! w! \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 e+ O( q* z- v/ G+ k' E0 C, t
How you suffered for you sanity, ) _8 y- E! U" i
How you tried to set them free, + K4 J' C# P4 J$ G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 b D5 P, M# S! z, i* T4 S" y1 z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % q4 R8 g6 ~3 i6 H( l! b( b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 u! L6 v! A7 h9 h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 ], }2 N9 J( j5 lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' @: H: S. m0 r `% z: e
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, / C: e. q' t$ `" ^9 K, O( f9 v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; G& V7 g3 J: ~' j1 _: U! n. I& e# M
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' C6 \+ O1 @% A8 @4 hBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: e$ ~3 O# P7 S8 S& M. ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 \4 p' a1 R9 @1 pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , _: M4 a) q7 w( C: M2 G" H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 ~3 M, ^ _' y) N: N% pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 P0 _# Q+ z2 i% Z8 V- h) x, J3 FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' w& P- X9 M2 [) Y6 n$ sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; A9 `, |* i5 J
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 v: |% p1 \. {5 ?" K* n& D, b3 wHow you tried to set them free,
1 V: l7 M1 x* `0 G; b1 p) xThey would not listen they're not listening still, ! p& W/ v4 i* P2 _, ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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