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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 ]! @' ~8 s; y0 |* M7 ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& b1 K* M- {, w' A4 g- N: C6 X* lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 g! ^: F3 E2 ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 P0 w, r, q( ~Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; w+ k3 k, v. g( @/ X# ^- CHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 r- Z7 P* ^0 w" w+ w7 K9 U
How you tried to set them free,
' f$ O* p% ?& K g3 o2 D" MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! P% I. L6 Y# z# p4 gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, u9 \! H( b) Y) A" t. c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + ~' x; O, ] f! ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* h( }# k5 N0 G$ R/ f( WWeathered 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, # M9 e0 W7 n4 z5 D* ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 q& e& B( r8 L. uYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 P( l& r# G) ?$ m$ x% d: ?& j
But I could have told you, Vincent, . A# ~# o0 `1 M; t$ w) h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% b- v* _+ j, E4 S# B" z8 j( rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 m; X% \9 Y6 h; Z! U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) r, R) F' ?6 f7 O& P' FLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ x* C5 {: Z: u9 V! @
The 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,
/ P4 y) ^: _3 f0 F: z! E! ?How you suffered for you sanity,' }2 I7 k) ?! b5 F' h
How you tried to set them free,
) B; @& g! t3 eThey would not listen they're not listening still, 3 v4 ~7 p0 W; J- A, [
Perhaps they never will. |
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