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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 ^9 K$ T3 W. e7 j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' @5 s* s6 ?, V* z( ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ n0 }, T% F5 L+ F0 d6 r8 nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + N- N! {' d$ l# D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 m5 T1 ~2 y9 `' o( L5 V
How you suffered for you sanity,
' O m' X/ G- Y! \" ~How you tried to set them free,
: y0 s% Z2 j6 q8 O$ l4 zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # C! E* x. e1 n$ o2 d' t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 ~" P4 I( {, H o) p* X2 T- N6 USwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 l, ], q$ Q. F, k* `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' F6 B$ G, z! A3 _% } m8 ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 Q& ~2 a$ ?( r( o" d) O7 YFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ l4 B4 a. ^( s6 X/ {9 JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 H2 a0 k- E( R
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ s' r6 a) m" N9 O2 JBut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 u* E6 K B1 c6 V. VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' O5 {' _; _6 T5 UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 d. x: @( ~6 u& R5 j% z5 J7 IFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( [6 q; E: t2 f6 s0 xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; E7 S& I: {! h- m# K1 ~. |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 V! ]$ b4 H& R G& a
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : ^4 v, j; w* R# |" ~ I1 q
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 p7 O* @5 ^0 N: a0 Y3 ]& b3 WHow you tried to set them free, 1 N) G; R w4 a3 [ b$ [
They would not listen they're not listening still, : j H w/ a0 ^( G8 v; z
Perhaps they never will. |
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