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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 u# `/ f! P! _2 K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, P# q) ]0 U0 L+ t" i( BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," w: j' C% @2 A" _' b C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - V, f, Z1 X3 m# B8 R& j3 \- _* O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: ]5 `1 P0 _* z( C! R( pHow you suffered for you sanity, + B% p. x" s5 v; W3 M A! H6 D" Y
How you tried to set them free, # E) `1 S# c4 ~; o- s: w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ S- n; a# [ F, y) O! fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 V9 w5 Y6 v; m3 r& |6 `6 ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . K! K4 f) r* k+ k7 \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " s$ a C$ w9 ?- f' v* j
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,
: K) S& n. R- A4 c6 h( qAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " g8 K4 h4 M) j, z( I0 t% Y5 ~& {
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . }0 l8 Y3 j! ]" \
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" L, ?5 y: y# E* RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& [% \: B" {* X5 o/ X6 bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
?, Y! o$ _, j. R; KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 V( {. V( p' @/ L& [
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ [! x/ v: ]: C. K& ?) s' @' s1 M( vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; R5 n( ], L7 o6 o+ rHow you suffered for you sanity,/ ^% J! ]9 g, b9 P
How you tried to set them free, : n6 C* E" O8 l9 f% q5 C
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 H9 c- a- o Q8 [1 [3 ePerhaps they never will. |
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