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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % Z& a% ?! _5 k/ E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - ^, A3 ^4 t( s. S. Z2 o J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# D1 @( Z; n$ U, p4 ~) f6 t; fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ _+ r- B* Z, L7 R7 HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,6 ?7 E* P( @' F4 X
How you suffered for you sanity, - j6 k( p; N( Z% u" x; c
How you tried to set them free, - q8 H* M( p: ?. x5 g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ^3 J+ T, g; z+ M5 x$ O ?/ Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / F- G: x+ C8 K6 q' m. o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * e$ A% |2 G% e7 A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! n4 y# Y( S6 K) {8 Z& ~. D
Weathered 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,
& C7 [( l8 y( A- E2 GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / f3 x% C) p1 ^4 E
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : Z$ M+ Q8 q* ~( { r( T" y( o
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, _3 u) T( r# S9 yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / M& R! d9 ^8 z( Z$ E; W8 N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 p" f6 E/ h8 k- }Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # k9 t3 V7 m3 z" M- h, k
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 N4 ~' t S" Z c: T% p. mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 v) y+ e9 b t4 F5 A* H; AHow you suffered for you sanity,
i2 O/ J( `5 v! Z7 b/ ^, |How you tried to set them free,
, G9 A" ?8 z/ q7 ], Z1 DThey would not listen they're not listening still, # @. t- R7 V' m8 r- t+ \$ t M
Perhaps they never will. |
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