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2 ~3 V' Z* X. U4 vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " v. u6 k- ]3 `) H3 p# W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' S% ~3 u" y/ p+ ~7 S6 D/ n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; ?. B5 u: ?, { w. l* `$ zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! t8 [" h! d \8 V# Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ P% F+ n) |3 FHow you suffered for you sanity,
a4 j! ^& A' x- K8 v& H/ QHow you tried to set them free, + I( s# T) y* }! w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % x! @+ L7 c# |' f1 u+ F6 `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * J. E* Z, z% j- D# q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ o3 r2 e1 d( F7 c2 R1 |; S2 RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 }6 ~9 a) p% o |$ T3 Y2 X* k/ i* A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" `! k) i2 c7 g+ e& kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 n6 I2 f8 G5 x( P, Y* j% [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 |: Y- Q2 v) R7 q2 k' Q( u; T3 ~+ @
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . m7 l" i/ Y* o: A/ W' ?7 H
But I could have told you, Vincent, T5 g4 n' H3 ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* t& ` {- D" }, c' r& qFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / L+ C. V! P- K. s. j7 }' v
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * v4 i7 G% m8 s0 j
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 _- K% A. \1 m* ~4 f: T8 _" J. ]
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) [6 u3 }( u: tHow you suffered for you sanity,& L- Z X, E& h
How you tried to set them free, 9 N$ X. l/ q3 _/ K
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. T# h: c7 ^1 k+ QPerhaps they never will. |
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