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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, F$ t! R7 x5 j2 {' g. W9 s- |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 ?, ^" z: C% D QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% _( V( Y6 {9 [; t# ~3 W C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) \ Q3 ]5 T$ d6 E/ ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 f& u7 [! }2 w9 e X r9 x( u" Z
How you suffered for you sanity,
, n' t, N! X' [! j7 dHow you tried to set them free,
+ g" i2 a2 c6 Q4 ]; JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 s" G: j" c9 t bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 D, ]+ @( m! a7 P9 `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + x& r. O: [7 w0 X3 L. {: W0 s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 T1 s' Q! c( b% N1 d& CWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- g# A- H, H9 N T# gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 I8 L, Q; ]& S. W3 FAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 `2 I7 G8 l8 | kYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - d% k4 J. `1 w# C
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ x2 N$ n0 u. a; y3 eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : I& g8 A" W$ p& z4 N0 V- N3 k
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) }8 z) d+ ]( r+ H5 `5 LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 `: w7 V& ^" c. }- ^* r* V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 h- D8 p; a0 _+ I7 OThe 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, 3 N5 h% D. v! N* q y
How you suffered for you sanity,) {" d/ I# ?! {+ @/ Q c9 z# t
How you tried to set them free,
& _: ]* q) R8 hThey would not listen they're not listening still, 9 a: T; q. D3 y
Perhaps they never will. |
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