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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 k6 d+ f3 q& V1 @; M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ N% q" d7 m0 J! K( `/ L' F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 @7 m e, e/ m% K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& `, h0 v* p6 Y0 r( F, p3 m* R0 `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ O( n% S; P( n+ {1 `* c y6 i$ l; A
How you suffered for you sanity,
% a- I9 d; h- {5 JHow you tried to set them free, ; y( b# z3 t! n5 N. f% D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 [& ~3 q% Y" W+ u; o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 G9 V% I6 M, ?& b3 W8 }0 h8 ]; z J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# t9 Q1 ~2 X3 l% E: JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) D% H2 w$ `: a3 a4 V
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 `: O* U* F2 r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 p# f+ w; Z& t2 H1 WYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / W3 U: I X H6 m$ ~2 ^ ?, K4 C
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; ]7 `* E# k+ H7 v: O8 x/ x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 O9 j0 V& _% |2 Q
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 B. A+ |$ P! @& |1 O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) R* A3 ?$ _. t* D+ l. ~, oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% t8 B/ N6 Y* R" k& aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 T A2 M: y7 R& UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 q. C4 P! H" b9 N- Z: J; jHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 Z" {4 J* K* h8 A5 ~How you tried to set them free,
* E2 f$ m y! X. i0 s" aThey would not listen they're not listening still, & b' L" {4 _# i6 C2 X- ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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