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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 O$ U7 u9 }! a$ t; sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - v+ i2 K- L" W7 A
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, m+ x9 M& [1 {! R1 t7 o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & p; f0 A0 h% e0 T7 e$ U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) a8 Y7 N2 L. N: x1 c1 ]How you suffered for you sanity, 3 z& ?* H& T6 _
How you tried to set them free, * \, B2 T5 E" \/ i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 a: _, r$ W1 h# p: cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , V Y9 L0 Q9 O- R" u: D! }% L! b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, p* `9 z; k$ {
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # c/ t3 Y! Z5 b3 I) Y/ G- k/ F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 W! X# G7 O7 g, b: w# L& tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 \% ^& Q2 R6 v0 e- c1 a8 AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , n2 Z" b+ [2 I. F9 j! q! O6 v
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 \ `* R) [$ [6 |' b- N( L* ^
But I could have told you, Vincent, / D, n+ O. l: K! e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 N( J4 |$ O, r5 T$ x IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * J4 P0 v9 W) G' ~' n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 w# b5 u# c r p: x; h# J; v( ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 I/ ^! y7 l4 n& q9 Q1 nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 k% Q0 T1 a9 v' F1 ?% ^$ Q% [ PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 K8 o$ a6 f! V6 ?. N8 q! gHow you suffered for you sanity,
* O# C9 z9 M+ S/ r* D3 J* lHow you tried to set them free, g! W$ B9 g: m) V% p- j3 H+ p
They would not listen they're not listening still, : z. V V) g9 h8 _, [* v& H
Perhaps they never will. |
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