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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- P, S, X) ^. l- u% ^2 E' K. J; tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / V1 Z* A7 S! L" o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* G* c, |8 R, G- M7 b/ B2 _9 TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' P6 f3 x/ C+ l z z4 m) h7 [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- @1 |! Y/ }- }0 C: h8 d# O
How you suffered for you sanity,
# i+ D- D" T) [" _How you tried to set them free, 3 x0 t% c F/ Y# N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( i: F, w8 C% a: D" W, g" `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # t# V0 E" T) @$ J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
L& A( \5 ?9 E' L# r$ IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
_ \; _; i/ ]3 G R) Y$ ^. S; TWeathered 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,
" Q, N3 W- J$ c% s' i* `+ ]- dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, U% ~) Y! e% s; y$ aYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 d* J# N# i. [# N& |! ~But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 N7 k3 w. T V, n! J( a# R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 F$ y1 H$ p, d% I/ [3 E- w
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 \2 J( K5 a; X( o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / X* l. m9 U) e' f$ L* Q& ~0 V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 K% p1 m- L% Y) h( X
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( x" Y5 f! f( u* DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" N" G: X4 \7 h8 P6 I* JHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ n7 a% v2 y0 Z) w7 n# u: g! |8 mHow you tried to set them free,
3 K Y/ n; t! {2 E2 O9 DThey would not listen they're not listening still, , t3 H. `! C( z# @6 }# T
Perhaps they never will. |
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