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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # R' E2 e. R! i* S, Z% O
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " h7 ~: n6 h; C9 B% q& A4 V2 r5 W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% i% K# H2 E2 e+ A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( @, U. q+ F. t1 P3 UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! ?0 \4 a( U5 o \ ^& r$ g
How you suffered for you sanity,
* V! M1 T: m% V: n( Q2 |4 F3 ?How you tried to set them free, # b8 G4 n0 Y/ z& f( p: K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . W7 p& a6 f- }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ I6 ]* \& ?7 C3 H( R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 f* `. N# {5 m" H& M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : S) q( B0 F K8 x6 f0 @$ R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & _, ^8 W* e! `$ a8 d
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : ]* z2 H& l+ R1 r* S( I. S$ X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" J% s% `# Q( G% }$ Q4 m JYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 Q ~6 L" t1 O6 H# ^ WBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; u! G5 y+ X* z3 }5 n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" P+ t" Y3 G7 F" f+ h6 Z. [7 iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! g E4 e* M; I2 T+ }) d3 a6 K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 o! ~7 E0 h/ `$ |6 b3 O; E( gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 \, P1 X/ |) ?- m5 VThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; u! Z R5 `1 e- k
How you suffered for you sanity,
i( x/ R5 b4 ?- e0 j/ A5 fHow you tried to set them free,
) y, j$ t# Q' K3 O; T1 NThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. {6 A8 F: Y- C/ D+ ~% P aPerhaps they never will. |
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