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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' u! ~- U: S" A4 sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : }& }' R9 r1 A; k) K- l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ A+ r! X+ i+ ^ k" m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 O: P5 z4 o+ x' V9 aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! B/ E/ O7 b8 B+ ?+ LHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 Q/ u' V: C! P) |7 t4 \5 a# yHow you tried to set them free, % U+ q% ~: r! a! V
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 p/ j# s7 F4 CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, U& o4 U2 c6 G" nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" O' W4 X* ]- k5 c7 \ H+ HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # `7 u3 ]2 _* \' a) i3 k9 \
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; z. ~3 e! D' ]/ |: k
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 ^0 @# m5 i4 a6 `5 ^. tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 T2 t' c0 S$ }. F. dYou took your life as lovers ofter do, $ ?' r9 P3 w8 T3 v5 i# u- R
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 {4 }& z3 H3 f' A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 p+ j& x8 g4 A! ]1 i
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' E1 V1 e: ?& w3 y- N# RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; e+ k, E. b1 C( _2 e+ f3 dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 @6 H' i0 W7 I( e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ E/ _; v9 a( g# M* m0 c6 }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* B! m8 y4 b( n a3 THow you suffered for you sanity,6 B) ?% z6 a9 B9 ~/ A1 }
How you tried to set them free, - X1 O# H$ F' Y: h' ~) z! f( h
They would not listen they're not listening still, - L8 t- P( I. E9 S E
Perhaps they never will. |
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