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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # d: Q( E6 `) l, c3 u. c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 y: P) J/ u# KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 n6 |( F) {7 Q) V* W% j8 rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 s- L5 B: S7 @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: s- e8 |; V# _' s! W3 @, L: A3 |
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 k3 W) v% ~( |How you tried to set them free, & ~' L' s8 G7 S4 z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( R7 n+ o* b1 Y% y5 nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % s; e9 O, s, g0 f7 Q# \1 s: @& }0 Y* p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
j- o+ N# A. aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ {0 w* \* Y8 H! H! u5 FWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + C2 k. [; D3 t4 s! U+ g3 Z7 o/ ?
$ A6 g, N5 P5 i, p5 P1 ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, " g, B `; W; w' b, \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, m5 H' l0 n/ |% cYou took your life as lovers ofter do, _4 H1 f( I' W# C
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" l/ c" @- t ]5 Z o% e! JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 G% S1 ]1 F; k, q/ k7 l9 ]9 b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 N4 N0 Q% T$ |7 ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! s) f0 h) z7 K! tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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H1 P6 j; ?: W0 q, t' UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; K) H0 Z- s- s% A' }$ [
How you suffered for you sanity,& n% {; b% x, J
How you tried to set them free,
# p! C6 b) ~6 T5 c8 [( oThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" q& B+ y& }' l1 o4 r% XPerhaps they never will. |
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