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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! d6 X, ~& @# n9 ^7 {1 c( }' q2 U- |3 u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 F: Y4 E3 H4 t3 x2 `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 ?# U2 u/ M3 P" ?8 S- ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. X$ Y/ o( B. m) t7 V' C7 xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" F8 K( y4 C. @3 D- e" ^5 WHow you suffered for you sanity,
! E. I! L; J& d9 E6 ?How you tried to set them free, + a" p" [: n' {. ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! _& n F! g% K( {1 [/ y$ }: `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 j- s: v& A) m2 oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 ^) d8 X: ]8 M3 n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 {; I i# C# Q @9 s+ u/ J# V
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,
+ @7 c; _7 t8 ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + X4 G$ s" s& F1 q/ u; G
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! g2 _! u+ L! B) g: n
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 ~) T2 p9 A( n0 z" _1 Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # x5 ?# G8 ]0 K/ C. D6 B/ A
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 e% `' w y( c' {" E8 TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 }2 Q: T( V2 m# a2 G# `/ ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 e) r, ]# G( v4 ?4 ~3 ?3 D( W% RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 b6 x0 d3 z+ m3 G& y. n6 R
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 X" \9 Z3 g; Q; [2 X7 PHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 a, V) T, p2 g$ l$ q" kHow you tried to set them free,
' W' Q: E) V' ^" ~- jThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 v! k2 u* X8 N) G8 R( Q8 _Perhaps they never will. |
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