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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 v9 O u! D2 Q0 j7 T9 r8 P6 ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, M- I1 g& {( r7 H0 P" t6 jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 k0 O1 Q5 r E1 [" y9 `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ v" U9 I4 U8 H) D0 z; K; ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! M9 | G+ V. l) q
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ s9 Q% k i: vHow you tried to set them free, % @+ L5 C/ k9 B, B: B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; r% O! Q n9 bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + k/ m3 z' w2 [# a6 t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, C; w% A i, i. g' _2 RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. u, @7 g8 h7 V X I' D+ @Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 D( m+ {% X& M9 J- ?& B9 A8 ]3 L6 N# @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 T' g+ G7 ?7 u+ fYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 Z2 j* z7 U1 Z7 a$ s9 C2 k2 ?But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 v' G* E# E1 L3 y- {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: q, E5 U; \& I6 BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ q. ~5 F. g8 d4 G( \: J1 x' a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 x& }/ B3 f! H' X# {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . J4 v3 {- S t/ ~4 z( B4 p
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 J; K' N' o$ a* n# c& d2 O) b n6 W2 z4 _How you suffered for you sanity,
7 v5 k' N5 D0 H4 X+ o7 tHow you tried to set them free, Z) h- T( h0 t& F1 c& h$ T
They would not listen they're not listening still, + H# k. ~8 w/ d
Perhaps they never will. |
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