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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! ~2 T8 N0 j) U l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 c( y& n" n, P! r9 V9 J, qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; M+ k: b6 Q* [! K; P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * Z6 ^1 [0 R/ Z+ R: b3 }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. x% f# f6 \) }9 WHow you suffered for you sanity, - D- r% y+ o4 [
How you tried to set them free, * w% l( K0 c0 m0 E/ _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ n7 w' G: Q- b) W- G1 eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. X8 `: L3 A0 n& p) z$ jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 W, [( P( ^* O8 ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) E( }) c! r$ D9 D% m0 P# f; c
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, 5 t3 T2 z! C) Q: t! _ T
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 S* @+ \' G9 m+ u5 E+ O& N
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 o: Q' {0 D- I% l9 {9 s
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) `7 u; G5 n; F. d& H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) c. t/ g7 c$ d' ?: u ]% d8 @4 v9 @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& F# m& J6 L, f, u8 mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. K! q3 F; K0 q" g% s1 G9 X7 H; M
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ u ^. j, T M, F0 T" }The 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,
( N4 K0 |* }( l+ W4 _4 H6 o+ S7 O; SHow you suffered for you sanity,
: B {6 y c: Q" @$ i+ ~$ lHow you tried to set them free,
' T4 {. c2 F3 A3 jThey would not listen they're not listening still, 4 G0 ]+ ]: _8 Y2 f5 Z) S
Perhaps they never will. |
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