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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' ^. J( n. I4 W$ Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! k* t. P+ z% RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 v" G- ~0 N9 m% ^5 }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% c: W( j: X9 N. ? k2 ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) P- j/ p0 I! \4 y/ nHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 L: p/ U& n+ [+ ?7 E3 L& x! r) P. gHow you tried to set them free,
# _$ \% p) }( I6 u/ G1 Q- CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 x. m8 T2 N: ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 D8 _! }, G) w) B4 W! u. d- b2 ^4 p0 a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! ]6 Y3 \& A3 C/ }2 k. V; C
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % \8 o" r5 O& |4 A7 W+ Y2 ]
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, 1 ] c; }, I- N w6 t+ V( {# l
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 Z& L+ N- [: L
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 a# O8 E; C* B1 Y8 O& } M+ }0 c. HBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; W( Z8 `$ \" D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( H9 @/ o/ s) z" }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( W% p+ y5 x$ O0 Y( J. f+ ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 _* e5 {4 o9 BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( P( v8 p0 [2 a* w& V G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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y: i1 N8 q4 E: o. gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ M0 f4 ^! C' N: ~How you suffered for you sanity,
7 B8 R" }" `; `2 u9 @2 CHow you tried to set them free,
7 D; o9 d v1 a3 L' \' F0 F, l5 sThey would not listen they're not listening still, / J3 h' \* @1 ?9 P' Z: E m/ x
Perhaps they never will. |
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