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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 d! J! |4 i7 lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . S6 Q& E+ d( B9 p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," @) ]+ d3 }) s7 h# w$ N- W2 A x
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ t1 t7 L/ Z( T$ w+ r6 K) ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# {2 Y |* L) x5 BHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 e$ Q* `; c% W( g. s
How you tried to set them free,
' k8 x2 e6 {6 M' b" cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 m$ U6 W; L' w4 CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) x( g& [" `, T/ N8 ~9 }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ v) O$ R8 r' v8 {) BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * C5 x ]8 o3 o" O* n1 q
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, 0 P- p8 K9 }+ e8 a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 n, I6 `+ O- r+ h$ sYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 l0 S a+ Y- r/ C* ?) R
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 ?6 i6 g: C, {& w' D& kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 ]2 t* H6 U& P/ Y$ X
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : |; z* V( _4 g, a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 R b+ `, c, }, W/ \. b/ g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: M3 J, m8 q0 j4 [9 \. q; _/ JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 N5 o- ]* S, }2 \
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 j" `) E6 J0 x$ x7 X$ yHow you suffered for you sanity,
: H' f$ _- K8 F. s+ v9 ^' {6 `How you tried to set them free, 4 e$ L2 n" V, t- l( ?
They would not listen they're not listening still, % c& `3 V* A) L7 i& y" l
Perhaps they never will. |
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