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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; E0 g ~9 t' Q8 v& I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; ?! ^0 i3 _: hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
v# x$ T/ ]- a* y- jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) X# \4 l# W3 f/ SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# a9 q& ^1 L7 l* Q3 f+ ~How you suffered for you sanity, & F5 u& ?4 A# q; _% M3 x
How you tried to set them free,
& R Z9 P+ v$ i' r! }They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * z, }6 ]+ n- D2 j# l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . P; v6 `4 P3 M( h1 h3 b3 o2 J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 K! G+ ?, K( P3 ~! X, s/ dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : q7 g5 b6 ?3 t, s$ S7 k- J3 a
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 F# J/ U- k& t% l$ BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 n/ M, Z4 z% V( x4 }$ M/ W6 s4 uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, K! H, X2 u8 ?2 b QYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 H( M9 O& s6 m- TBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 M- w# R9 w" D% L( I5 b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , P1 S% C$ F, M( ^5 ~3 W
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 _3 e& B) g+ h9 [4 E z, EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) I, w9 K+ V6 g/ ~) y1 `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 B ?" T }3 `: W, A+ `: Z; r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 E: {3 L9 e+ ^# l: m/ o
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 F" P' T: T0 A% x
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 i0 b. i9 J7 h' B$ nHow you tried to set them free, 2 C. Z& [3 J7 y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 T5 P& y$ \5 F0 e$ N& d; u: OPerhaps they never will. |
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