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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. j6 m7 W+ ]( d5 ^0 v3 xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
z3 N& w/ M7 _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ R; ^! c% Y5 n- k3 QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % w" E- p6 }8 ~( X" N/ u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& @, `5 x! ^5 }How you suffered for you sanity,
3 r4 r6 k0 }5 y& _How you tried to set them free,
+ j1 \0 k# p5 tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. L1 z4 C& k, w5 U! G+ ~6 VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & Z! n7 H3 ?" n4 Y/ i9 _" y' D
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ F( K" U: X2 H/ G2 Z! aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ [, I$ T0 _/ F9 |
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; x" Y! Y4 f# Q0 C- b, j- y
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: A" z8 r" z. V0 Q* WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' j( s0 ~, P5 Q" r3 ^& z9 w
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" L: @. ^$ A' x% P, Y- k. bBut I could have told you, Vincent,
* |+ g; N( E! C7 rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" Y7 s0 |9 L" n9 A* ?- pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : ?; |& _# R' \# b' d" @) X+ ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 F3 X% ]9 _' T1 U3 OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. ~) `0 z6 r+ ]1 gThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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How you suffered for you sanity,
1 k' _, G3 m/ w0 QHow you tried to set them free, 1 Y, ?8 q" M. ]9 @) I
They would not listen they're not listening still, * t x8 f/ l6 }1 r5 ?( i0 `
Perhaps they never will. |
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