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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' x0 H$ y0 w9 p) b4 W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / C) j1 |) f& ~+ C; Q5 Q& r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 W1 M5 ?+ j5 u/ a- `. K+ ]- f; c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) c: w) Z5 p7 D1 `* t+ B' \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. u; s7 H2 `7 H3 m: z; UHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 B9 S# W2 D- K# h5 ^
How you tried to set them free,
. e2 J- |5 n( @: C. M; P+ G2 oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) ]2 I7 ]% n) M6 S0 r" AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" R2 r1 J) F" c6 L- x- fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; _% Q/ b+ ~$ S- Z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 b v; k( `: {9 p0 K. g, Q5 ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 Y0 w* j- K* M& n4 I( D2 KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 d4 o a+ W$ l2 V9 w, N* _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 V4 R' C0 s* K# x" sYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / W7 o* L( A- E' q9 W5 X; a+ S* Z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ j1 T8 Q4 _% P, W, c5 zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 x1 l1 Y5 n: k0 J. f- X D" gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ z) T* v8 \7 @5 T+ WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ m* r: I. K; S
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 B. J5 v s" d# lNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ O7 k4 z) n8 M* C+ s) i# q; z1 C' SHow you suffered for you sanity,
& V. I+ Z2 }6 q8 HHow you tried to set them free, , w8 x1 X9 L$ ?& N: _( e8 X$ k+ B
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 } n7 B- B5 f! T
Perhaps they never will. |
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