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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 q0 k1 t5 J) y: `: x* P
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; @) R1 U: F9 U: F' k' OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. [- }3 {4 ~2 z* e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 G% i) i l+ e {0 z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& c3 j4 O) T8 v0 c0 u/ S+ N5 s
How you suffered for you sanity, ) a, c9 ]2 J# V
How you tried to set them free,
- b6 Q2 o) @! d1 R+ LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; h/ F3 W9 I! l) l7 @0 u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! G, k8 @% h, k' w# g" \! h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( j V" k! @5 \0 EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ m1 p. h4 G9 K" NWeathered 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, 3 j4 ~8 o* V+ c. t
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : s4 @9 s' f9 P5 x) S4 Y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 x! R+ i$ [7 ?: Y' d( L3 C. TBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. T1 k' [2 n0 ?* VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! b$ n$ E" z5 I8 {
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / m& k( c4 j" D6 y5 f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 Z, g# G/ u( g+ V G. M
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % r$ T' Z3 P) i2 [* l$ p
The 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,
9 @; z; Z$ x+ t+ w: W) THow you suffered for you sanity," ^' j4 O3 h7 ]$ X0 l) \0 {
How you tried to set them free, / r# s7 p; f- h( d0 G& E
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 c% c. `7 i: F
Perhaps they never will. |
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