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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! e/ _ Z' s' }1 g5 p
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; e3 H5 P% q& O# Q5 k3 ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! t: B" @ A$ _ ~+ }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! A5 c! D$ S3 e* _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: G3 w; K* v* L; t7 Y$ r
How you suffered for you sanity, $ d% C# \8 m X, u2 w' p
How you tried to set them free,
- c( z: y# f! d# J& [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 ]# Q* H( g* F0 `) M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 J/ S& `- A0 ~) |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / Q4 M" H8 n# j- ^) h( v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , }8 F1 L/ B3 ?. K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . q7 V, K8 l* S+ r! t
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, r9 d1 z4 b6 F1 s$ N% F; [4 x
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; q0 T+ X: b+ u# E" \" N* nBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 g3 T+ m/ j2 @/ z! C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; ]+ X0 @" i( P4 _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % v W3 A d2 ~- b e7 l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 Z$ A6 _+ t2 }8 b4 D, J; f1 N
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 K4 W6 U0 \4 C! B0 ]/ f+ ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( M- j ]1 ?0 N* WHow you suffered for you sanity,
' F2 S% e/ D7 _How you tried to set them free,
! J8 U1 K( y N" V$ n% L, ~They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 D: I1 L) F( E2 M4 E2 d0 ~2 g
Perhaps they never will. |
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