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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : K: ?" M% k1 ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' ]3 x- ]& w: [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 A/ ]6 [# {. q4 z; ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. I4 v! L7 j& [2 Q0 t: JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
& Q3 P/ h: ^; `# d' d6 c9 D0 Y! CHow you suffered for you sanity,
, i( t4 J3 c, f/ h3 [How you tried to set them free, . @3 @$ Q3 ~( X4 G9 N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 X( M( O' k& zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' |/ c4 [# M- W7 V }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 T6 `" e# E8 N' b- \; sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. D( F$ y/ n! i' c7 `) D6 I7 n2 u4 xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / u% @7 R* H* X1 @) a" i
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 ~1 M. i, `. _: xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ?8 I4 _7 m6 J/ z8 \
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 s; o0 Y: j4 C
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ `' a$ j& h% s6 E' Z, D8 b: [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! c( ]8 f! N; `! G2 v" g
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ f( a5 w) R2 N4 e, J7 AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 r8 @- o" t; E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + O" @6 K# O2 B3 r) T6 d" A, a# P
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,
& C$ W; _4 V: T0 b7 F, AHow you suffered for you sanity,; d$ K0 }+ {. H5 p$ b
How you tried to set them free,
5 ~0 D& Z1 x2 cThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 G' e" q' j& l7 r6 E" _! p1 L# {Perhaps they never will. |
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