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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 J5 f/ D8 Y& y9 M, V ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 P0 W+ U) E7 v1 D
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ T9 N* X( _, @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# M8 W! d( N0 p% w; GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! G% b7 |; M: f6 m7 E
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 `. S3 k0 K) w# q9 t, }How you tried to set them free, % t0 g9 S5 y9 n; \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : a/ P* h+ `3 ^ f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 |4 Z' E/ T: ~% GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. u& s2 z5 I& v0 yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ ], j9 w2 N j$ w/ GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) n! t, z7 G, z1 X) ]% [
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; K7 k! c' z2 O4 F' E5 k+ C0 R6 bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ H5 T) ` _) p" H* y, t. ~You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" d# G" Y' T5 x% y: i3 b% L8 fBut I could have told you, Vincent, 1 J/ n0 e1 D; G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! i% U. R, v" X3 v; t% g0 Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& g) O2 G, h$ m' l# SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 U+ P0 t' y1 w4 a2 i% b K; i) x
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; _( ^9 v# w! V/ P1 o2 v
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, " F3 Q& U- b2 C3 O* y0 t
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ D4 t6 X+ A/ r5 f# L; zHow you tried to set them free,
3 A T" T! G3 m5 H2 eThey would not listen they're not listening still, / y, s4 U4 n* P; g( w+ v
Perhaps they never will. |
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