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8 G4 H% z- ]$ Q7 w7 yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( c6 h R3 s9 U/ l9 ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# b+ c' L/ d5 O8 O i" g+ TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 f/ {& H, a1 P5 P) w, a) L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, u, o* L# A7 v& N# INow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 e( [& }/ `6 I) G0 `How you suffered for you sanity,
( {0 _' w6 }. Q; v* tHow you tried to set them free,
9 ~" X8 K, O. E2 h$ U% yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & s) p# n3 }5 c# Q/ y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; Q% `' T+ p: T# I- g5 ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- S7 g9 i7 `0 C6 F+ WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 {2 Q: P) e7 k" F) f1 S
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( U& j2 @; T' P5 ^$ t2 p1 R+ `
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! I- `) [" l1 S% I" W7 F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' p+ a: k: }+ P- z. e3 oYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
: v, W' T; f6 V4 RBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 Q# U6 O/ Y2 n5 ~# l( JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , {. r$ L$ I" J: ~
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' [: O& N# I& i/ I2 V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 z% t. F8 c) GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 k0 h" e6 O' U! s2 e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + P6 f4 F* s6 W/ H. D
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 Z$ K9 C0 k7 p* bHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ O; B5 [, t" a9 C( |# F3 T3 ?How you tried to set them free,
' j6 H, [+ |( v* {7 A" D! M# U: h* uThey would not listen they're not listening still, . W* z* y. D& h* J5 H" e
Perhaps they never will. |
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