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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 t j) \$ E; e) h0 i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 n. Q! N* T7 S' S8 GShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ n8 ]* c: o8 l6 n* P% z% p6 j) D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ `- {3 a9 W) Y- U+ A% Q2 v2 M* L! oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" [6 ~# d: _! DHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 @9 l; u% Z5 y% B2 hHow you tried to set them free, ! ]5 K9 n1 K% T6 Y/ z: q7 d+ Z) w9 J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 ]- B/ h" [; E8 S( ]" mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 V9 _( V: r- U( e. u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, v9 [) N4 H' r; [3 p# f' i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 k1 I0 ~3 Q% `5 l6 WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 E- R! T( Y% m9 W- V
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
G# P( z5 `3 w2 gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' k) W/ E# t0 E6 @" U' j
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * P; I9 Z, Y/ s7 l3 l( E
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! a! N3 f4 N- ~9 K. O' TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& } b0 v6 }8 a: m! w0 bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 G$ Z t& S. C9 |4 YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( q9 y+ `' _. \7 Z: jLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. S3 f. E! F' f! LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, S) A4 L" U' {: A4 XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( s9 \& M; N3 K# x; G! ?; WHow you suffered for you sanity,
" j: Y9 R2 I. p2 B3 K3 XHow you tried to set them free, 6 P- M T6 d% C& ?4 V; C; a
They would not listen they're not listening still, , {3 ~& p6 E8 I: f9 ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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