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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 ]3 h. a# w, B$ J7 t, vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & R8 F8 W' k2 s# Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 i) v Y" @+ m! ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 b* I( P/ k9 t8 H* \. WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 i" g& Q' ~! r; z, W) EHow you suffered for you sanity, % C+ l# i$ j1 r( q ^
How you tried to set them free,
% Q; y& f- \" e KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' W: S, W' `* Y C9 @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " s# A6 d0 O* S! o! b. A* W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 l c& R3 n1 t1 B. \( R1 H1 u* zColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# i# r/ @9 I; y& eWeathered 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, + j8 m; C e/ S% W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 t$ N$ o. O; N; T: IYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 k% ~% Y& b) q8 M% B8 ZBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 }# q! j! V" k) ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 L7 h8 p" g6 a4 SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , P, s9 k% g8 H6 ]( @( m6 s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' b. c4 V/ B: V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 L. M @) N5 U, O2 @
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 G8 J* k& ?4 X/ b6 @* J+ u+ \+ U
How you suffered for you sanity,8 Z( {) q3 j/ Y4 V3 h) H
How you tried to set them free, n& L7 b8 P$ Z3 r, f
They would not listen they're not listening still, . v: B2 g# q' }, C
Perhaps they never will. |
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