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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : _, J: |& `. |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 O8 |. V \: {* \1 o4 d3 }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; M) o9 h4 W' k q( [. Q8 PCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) w# J s. t! f5 zNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! U( A# D5 z$ Q; bHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 n1 }+ J* O3 P5 ^How you tried to set them free, 5 g% Q/ J; a& n4 }' y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( {; ]6 w2 q+ I& w4 C* {0 ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 p2 q9 @/ Q- k7 L9 `3 X% Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 ^8 D* s5 A; i: `! ^# w, LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 b5 k! r1 M) E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . o7 r; }- p0 l0 U7 B4 W7 V0 d
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) T; G: A2 @ Z3 Q. h4 T
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - O$ {9 |4 F. y, [% L0 A& \# }
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 ]# {$ ]$ o! N8 S. g' i! d2 \" R
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ n" X5 C f! s% C/ DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! k* X, X, c) H/ GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& ]; N! K3 Y5 i- E7 r. qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 S G/ @& z5 \+ W: _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, ) ^( G6 J3 U9 N6 l6 \) b# C
How you suffered for you sanity,
* H) r* ~* I/ p" ?6 o) DHow you tried to set them free,
9 B0 r/ z% M* e! b0 X- ]They would not listen they're not listening still, " t g- g' n( J
Perhaps they never will. |
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