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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + D' G3 ?! r: Y5 {/ H; |: y6 N, Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; {' ^: e$ h! `' r; YShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" k4 N& B: ?0 _2 v' G' E# @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 X# D' d4 r( Q/ c. cNow I understand what you tried to say to me,* C5 H! Q1 j" n' F/ Z+ A
How you suffered for you sanity, ( }& _ _. T ]- W0 O) G* X/ l
How you tried to set them free,
' b$ Q P- e* d! B. JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. p3 W3 M% p& p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" W, x0 ^6 D( P2 r, `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # G& c7 E& V/ B& X( z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * c' s# i+ h, N" F; ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 C. _! W; Z0 \& s# ?0 qFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& R+ X2 B7 Y' {( K4 v4 JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) @/ ^' w1 V5 \, K
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 ?+ s+ o1 }& l- vBut I could have told you, Vincent, , L4 o6 i6 @2 ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 [ |" q6 h% u- {5 ~# K* KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( }: d6 P0 V6 _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 B S* n) n& 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, + U& Z* ~5 A$ W- ?# m
How you suffered for you sanity,4 B! Z/ `7 f2 `! k( S5 v
How you tried to set them free,
4 W/ _- c* }: x7 u: KThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 C% S' b1 F3 }/ s7 H4 V$ o" nPerhaps they never will. |
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