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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : W$ t3 A$ L W: \$ p" m' S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 g9 f( ~ p/ I E* e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: y$ ? Y. r; r' F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 b5 {1 l) b. M+ J. Y) c4 T2 \ G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 `$ f* X. Z PHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 u, ?; T* ^, [' X2 S! M
How you tried to set them free,
$ _9 v0 p0 H; D! CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % r. ^; \- P8 f* R: B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( Y2 p( \) B, D) X1 [7 c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 E3 D& u1 W: W4 _5 t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . T( X+ c' q$ O; }$ L0 A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ Z2 k% Z( X) g/ y4 h' ?" wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + w/ I& J3 Z2 e% L( x2 Q0 j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 ?) V* ?. W4 v( ?2 J
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* Y6 l4 A: i3 J% WBut I could have told you, Vincent, + U0 S5 u0 n y0 W0 ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) a/ \5 ^: |* LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" K6 |4 _8 j1 b: DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , g! Q! I. w0 S9 V- [: E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# Z) }4 u9 |7 y: K7 T% e9 dThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 R8 A5 m" T' d7 C) n; S& p
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& S x; n5 v5 z/ d# wHow you suffered for you sanity,
% j1 R* c( [+ x! Q3 P- V5 q) U8 f% wHow you tried to set them free,
* r' g2 w' @! H% k( Q, xThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# N; L+ _) @ h4 c/ yPerhaps they never will. |
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