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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & F9 W5 ?9 Z9 ~$ K# V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 m6 |" \4 i2 Z9 t+ ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, I- O$ k5 T: X+ k0 [0 y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + x$ `! K- J$ S) D+ D$ E$ r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& z1 l; l; S Q4 cHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 y: B* ^, Q6 s! j
How you tried to set them free, 0 [0 Y% z( Q8 q$ E0 x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, H) O& c4 |7 i/ @, @+ ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, o; B. `' I, b7 ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 R S& N& r NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ ]( N6 v( k8 O7 n* w+ JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) x' k/ j) Q$ _+ P% XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
u. Q6 W! J. J- T! zAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ S0 Z, w3 f; }) X+ f7 VYou took your life as lovers ofter do, C9 R8 e- n6 }, A
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 y2 V$ ?; C( t4 ^" j# K7 Y! ]6 R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 J0 S) ]7 A% t1 \/ eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 h6 M' R+ ^2 s3 K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * G) {, d8 B0 b! p4 j% D9 B7 ?
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 ]9 s+ P' k8 I$ K$ MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, - X: U' @, K) t: L& o! |$ p5 Z+ {
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 N; C( E& p+ \. qHow you tried to set them free,
8 ?- p, S7 k s1 TThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* f3 w$ h' l1 s& ~3 cPerhaps they never will. |
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