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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 \' p* w3 ^0 w
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! h6 ~5 O' q, x% ^0 s" B8 Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; F3 I" ^9 Q# v3 T' w1 U
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 ]$ M7 A8 g) I: Q& v7 c! I {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# d. g( s2 n/ E
How you suffered for you sanity, ( o$ S8 Q* Q. E
How you tried to set them free, ! _. H4 _3 W" H0 s3 f6 q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 Q; [" \# |3 H8 a7 JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 H# V; v: {8 b) j" c3 S) ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . z7 J) z2 s# A% Y3 e' E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 K3 `9 ^# k) @6 v) [
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ v3 G9 u' R, R- m9 h! iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 ?# j. C4 j: _3 k" T) `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . b; @7 x8 s' X! C
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" k# {" }: G/ v7 O0 TBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 V& s( Q1 k4 N1 l4 {* f/ e' Q7 {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, }5 m9 k! h7 K/ XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 D6 d4 `, E$ wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; ?: T% J! Q6 L) [ P% E ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " ~: y+ b1 l; ]+ ]/ |
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, 2 T! ~8 d e. y) Y. C
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 p/ I, t! k/ t5 b, ` U: t _How you tried to set them free,
6 L6 u: u) v5 H( V8 k1 z1 iThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& }9 Q0 |( M7 S7 N+ GPerhaps they never will. |
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