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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! ~' c# V& o, V0 e+ \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 e2 O* b$ ]& |8 f7 q5 d& fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' q9 t8 u# W' ~6 j9 l9 P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . d3 R2 M. A9 W& ], F" K: s0 s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 j+ A7 d7 W6 l5 w& ^+ R9 D- k
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ [4 u! e' P/ ^7 [5 D3 EHow you tried to set them free, $ n3 C$ k) {! m4 a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ h" l# u6 A* p( G/ {, ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, k k& P1 q- e1 a$ J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / E6 N) G7 m A& h# v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, G$ X- ~0 x, ^5 I+ j: }. cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : O- L; z1 l1 J$ H, [. d+ x
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * v, [' y6 e. X: r! a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 @" f0 m8 _4 \2 d. D1 i; D) PYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 J5 Q+ H, J' l& Z0 k
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ t+ F4 t/ U. e* J6 b) [# {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 E: Y$ a" ?- [! U! Z! n
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 M1 r" c. @3 N% n3 f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ d2 A- X9 S6 |! h8 n' Y9 ? YLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% D( y7 w- c d' DThe 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, ! @3 b3 _( \$ R# V: } R. v
How you suffered for you sanity,
- _) }3 t! g- n8 z, S5 A9 _How you tried to set them free, " P% c, D% C7 k! Q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 l, j* z+ P+ e$ g2 ?' n ?9 FPerhaps they never will. |
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