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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + @( u. H3 s. W' D1 k, A P5 W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 e" ~. D7 L6 F1 k# R* m) ?: r% lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# ^, N ?) g: W& l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 H# |9 G/ \2 L7 |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& K8 U6 Q6 J2 v' l0 ?' Z- G4 W
How you suffered for you sanity,
- B! g% v* u9 k0 v& hHow you tried to set them free,
q& ]' M& h2 O7 D6 z4 a8 fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 {' P* y. N5 O. e& EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 y) `9 N A0 X! x0 Q) l% R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + ?& H7 K' d% H, o7 W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 L' {1 `& Y( ?; @/ ]" z m3 B: q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 B/ C5 V: r) }7 \1 s$ P, Q$ IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 Z& e' m8 M, Z! HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; O d) I* S8 j3 VYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; d% S9 f8 w9 w
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& o) d' ` R" B: }- I3 c1 WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 o f& q: {% [9 S# Q$ }( I
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 ?+ a. e6 P+ h1 |+ _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. [) M4 [5 b& ]1 T# s" ?! ^" rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ L% C. R A' w7 K GThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 A4 ~+ n- v, WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* z$ ^/ x1 i; }( m5 Y+ GHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 {! s: T+ Q; f7 w" O! HHow you tried to set them free,
6 G' O+ \: o4 Z9 M/ j9 aThey would not listen they're not listening still,
z Q' b2 p$ H4 MPerhaps they never will. |
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