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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! H# `- y9 B5 D, v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ H# v& F0 s" _$ [3 W' D9 ~/ YShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# G% t8 g0 U% e u& R; `4 u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 `8 J3 |; {0 l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" l3 w! y3 s6 M2 q9 D! sHow you suffered for you sanity, / j7 w ?0 Q; z/ S% J* I* d
How you tried to set them free,
; g1 i% V3 {- l* V5 c, g6 ~! o+ cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ p9 G, L$ _( E& B1 tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 [- O6 k& J' [" U' c( b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; ^1 [: ~' H4 s" c- X* \5 O. oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 U7 c4 }# \) EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( R' e$ K) H. L) q- I7 C1 ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' m/ b( Y9 c6 s7 q6 B) Q+ `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% T$ k# y+ O) H% g- IYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " Y' t& Q) T5 t3 e3 a
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: E2 R9 v3 k5 R7 OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: j0 }" `: F+ @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 [9 J2 X( T8 T- x# W& g; {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " {1 _( q3 l: y" s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( n, B9 @$ Y5 d7 }1 J& d8 [2 gThe 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,
4 {: J1 j5 u# _+ Q K4 w- jHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ w; s$ J: J1 T9 i8 xHow you tried to set them free,
9 ^" D! F: r7 Y/ P4 p! MThey would not listen they're not listening still, * h0 I2 y# g3 t
Perhaps they never will. |
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