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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 |* U$ L% J0 ?' J; _8 g5 N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 v$ m5 Z2 U! q: g3 w D
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 x2 ^1 |/ M1 |$ k% m; d0 }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 Q4 w7 H' E: p/ [( x' N' b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 }; `) K- W p6 D7 _
How you suffered for you sanity, ) e5 x/ x3 M+ M' h: s1 R. X
How you tried to set them free, E: y8 u0 C, Z+ O, {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. B4 H0 W2 N7 {3 |8 Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : i" n, i/ c9 x& I0 I$ G# M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / t6 z( Y5 D. l6 R- G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( a% j9 A4 u4 f; O$ e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 J% H7 ^$ W+ x& ^8 i3 ]
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 \- ]0 K6 @2 C( y" o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& y; `! M! R/ z, K( RYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* ]: v) P: F: t8 {But I could have told you, Vincent,
, S1 A1 z2 @9 r2 U0 bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" D' {+ b6 \- N+ Y' s9 q0 ^* BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * y+ G0 i% z) j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' q& L+ D5 P0 Z0 m8 x7 lThe 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, . P9 R8 p4 @ b8 V4 h% J, Y# b
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 N$ \& I6 D, v' |6 y0 BHow you tried to set them free, 3 \4 v! C7 U$ X+ Q: P3 ^
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 p2 C+ m; T, H. a6 b& F, r
Perhaps they never will. |
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