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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; e. a) D) { {7 W6 F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ X6 @4 J. }( Q5 }' A1 JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
O% A- x) I/ e% ^2 Z0 d' \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 m$ B9 [0 ^. Z$ {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% s$ [0 N1 m6 }; M6 D, sHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 r9 i0 g$ K0 x4 ^
How you tried to set them free, 5 d! m1 x* m) e3 U! e: p' r+ o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) M8 @% s8 d5 R# D% CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! {" W0 @& _1 E& a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, j0 ~; a+ n/ Z& C9 b: \- C
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 ^: [! _0 N! }# h" g% Y/ LWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , O0 `$ \$ C, N8 @1 m
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 j3 a% Z6 Q Z9 z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 {7 Q; m l$ TYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & [1 E |" S' ~5 B. j. n
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 x& x, X, j+ Z/ KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 U5 `' [5 s9 e: G G' G. B1 p; vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* T6 Z4 A# ~1 f$ T& X# ]6 EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* G! c, [8 c/ w4 {, x; b2 F( c+ q- OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : t! R) h! }) D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! ]! Y6 x- ^1 \9 W# \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 u, q! j3 E& [4 s1 o- M. q) S1 W$ p
How you suffered for you sanity,7 ]. t9 B1 e6 f! i
How you tried to set them free, 8 @$ x/ K' S2 f/ @2 M! v. p) U
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 s* C6 } i4 SPerhaps they never will. |
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