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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * W4 N8 q' B2 e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , s; F( y! z/ D/ n/ P0 e- Z( N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' r5 b; e# r5 t
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, H# S( j& p$ V8 Y; J! wNow I understand what you tried to say to me,& t2 X* B$ i' I
How you suffered for you sanity, & b) ~+ B* f/ P: T+ p' V
How you tried to set them free,
& e) E; X6 ]/ Q1 uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 Y1 ]6 C5 H/ I/ s; o$ GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' A# \% ?( M: d; u( [" Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 G" Z8 e# ~: ~1 y8 q* t: h8 r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % `/ p+ [) |4 q! O* p8 I: S
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% G* h: [7 Y @7 |% r. U! |6 ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , G5 x+ z. d/ L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 V. s0 y8 S3 u7 hYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 I5 ~: I0 v& p b* V
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 k) d& [; z, A' P5 wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 x- o) c3 f$ p4 q8 z& N) E2 W
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " e) J- K3 J, `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; }1 ]/ Z( y8 Y0 n; _) ?6 t" W8 a, L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! Q; R- J& Z. w
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, R n4 X- t$ R$ a: oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ Q6 y2 l2 n! p2 g& iHow you suffered for you sanity,
* }. X3 m7 [7 zHow you tried to set them free,
. Z0 V0 d7 _1 f# G0 L/ AThey would not listen they're not listening still,
! i$ p! U5 k$ J5 B& D3 K/ F1 ePerhaps they never will. |
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