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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 Q3 m5 ^. {: m& ^6 iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! n& X- N+ _- Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 D0 G/ |7 j! W: Z# QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. M# L6 j! C5 R4 f: s( k, b, p& M: g; pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 M4 `/ W9 E' I zHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ ]; l, U$ d2 ~8 t6 }! o+ OHow you tried to set them free, 9 }' y- W) `4 h" `8 {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 [+ f! G3 E: C# z" Y8 O, ?& WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 _$ e1 E0 M& c1 ]2 `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; S. [" o! u# v3 e* y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! \2 l+ o2 h% w( Z3 t
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 Z5 s2 y$ [ U- V# W
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 n* a4 n7 ~# p: I5 N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , k+ M- x8 o9 n; e* i) W
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 d( f# L4 P7 e6 l1 pBut I could have told you, Vincent, % F' v/ C$ o# v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: G1 @" t- s3 q4 K. yStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 ]3 w- O) M l9 B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / y/ E! \7 x1 a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 f, u1 D9 s, S- P" S" \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% ^* W2 e) Y2 c, G# zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( k3 ?( n) w1 M& H1 z' eHow you suffered for you sanity,' }! k' Q! g5 r( _# B7 o6 ?
How you tried to set them free, e# \1 P- c- D
They would not listen they're not listening still, % x, f" f" N1 t( s/ Q3 S
Perhaps they never will. |
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