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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# [5 J$ D: \# C+ N2 l5 [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, H$ U3 T. e4 fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# E! {. o6 {% v; tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) k2 r- y4 a ?0 d0 v( E6 V, ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& Y/ C, l/ B6 ^" A* b5 Z( u: E/ F1 rHow you suffered for you sanity, , {2 d ~! N1 k* i# m
How you tried to set them free, ! C3 g' L/ q. g4 b1 D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. N& V- k1 {+ m. q6 E3 P# X# [% oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. I3 l% N' D: Y$ N/ E& |9 p' rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 F6 V1 S9 N u# e" l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - \. A' L2 n/ r! Z" m( | ]- z" H- E) \
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 g4 W) D* K; @+ v. _For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ O( L. ]! x; r& U( B( OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; f) z8 \' O6 i6 {/ v3 t" d
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 b, s" d: Q" c3 jBut I could have told you, Vincent, 1 D: C$ `+ ]8 B; l0 b* N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: ~4 B6 z% u/ z" N0 RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: r( Q) C" t4 G4 WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% q9 d- e3 J& p. _* `5 U5 uThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , K8 t% \4 P! k# S# X! n
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) e5 G6 x6 Q( x6 ?7 V
How you suffered for you sanity,0 ?0 }" b. t/ s3 x* z1 m
How you tried to set them free, 9 W+ s) w, u: o
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, w! _2 }; V$ ?' F# A0 iPerhaps they never will. |
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