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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ ]7 m. |) m4 {" ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . ~1 z- i: Z( A3 T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
^! Z+ T: l) P* b* L5 b" ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! U7 e" n' b' ^- |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 Z" O( ]. L5 w1 n( ?/ \- q) ZHow you suffered for you sanity, . c/ Q. a5 P4 U ^
How you tried to set them free,
( K8 }3 K6 E! xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 N. F) f- g& @) l5 S( u7 k! F" F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 o6 g( F9 n6 l3 K9 M: a2 pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! J S5 U) ]' h" A2 [5 v5 Z+ r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 H$ N i% I- d4 [7 M3 }Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 F/ f8 _& d) f! ~
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 c! X" D! M( K, x! A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( t8 Q. q' Y! ^$ D1 N0 t
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 \& `( x7 [# y- H5 l. N' ~7 `But I could have told you, Vincent,
" `3 p) i7 L! z) L! z" s9 _$ l, Y5 yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, a2 G% d3 T; J# \' J2 rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 [8 b( i( v: DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " ]5 @$ k. {/ |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 l& F9 g- ^9 ^1 [% g$ J0 MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; j. e! R* Y$ Y( F9 ?. JHow you suffered for you sanity,
. C7 @1 K5 Q, f( A, P) O2 ?; pHow you tried to set them free,
0 c. {; Y! p% r3 Q- E7 LThey would not listen they're not listening still, 8 i( u& W0 s0 F4 g; T8 S
Perhaps they never will. |
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