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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ x) M+ U) e: G: b3 k4 e z+ ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 f r& U; C+ Z, D, K' D
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: }1 b- C% X: [& m) ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 V+ z* M" f2 f: H+ r$ G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ ]8 P# q3 F" O: p0 G4 F
How you suffered for you sanity, # G3 a2 y2 S! H9 M, g- c
How you tried to set them free, . t* l- o/ V; {/ }$ q4 ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : a9 o& {, G' `, v5 r& l. ^9 _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, U& h+ Z$ ^/ j1 V8 f$ o- d) x" U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % p4 D) J! `* K! M4 Y3 ~! H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ O: [8 F5 i5 `# ~Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( M4 g q; T+ b6 g: m' i1 I
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, / ]2 U6 L/ V# }( d2 m2 B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 X2 k& W0 l# S
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 f+ d0 y9 v; V
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 v7 A4 _7 }. [4 J& T+ q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : I. [( ~5 n7 V) g
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ?# X* u0 E: y; X3 P2 h) `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . s7 B2 V5 D4 B1 Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. ^- k8 T+ I7 c" v% C! r$ `The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 V2 y) f8 a! h
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# T; l( f; f& l l+ y7 E, l9 y+ PHow you suffered for you sanity,! ]* W8 ]6 o# H' Q
How you tried to set them free,
, O' I" Q+ h# J0 q" ^* R6 hThey would not listen they're not listening still, * k: P9 I: x4 U, p* _
Perhaps they never will. |
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