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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ e$ F/ `7 s- ?: \1 Z2 b2 _/ i6 uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: s% m' ^4 ]8 [& D2 y) vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 g) j& l& G+ a) t# s9 O9 h6 V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( P1 a) O9 B& |0 [7 b ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! p1 y8 A- r: z2 Z! L5 [
How you suffered for you sanity, * I! O4 d7 [: E) Y5 z7 ]9 B9 t2 z2 r7 _+ N
How you tried to set them free, ' R, G: J: C* v% G# a7 h- J9 ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ o; v: x4 k- T8 h' W: QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 ]# _4 c0 h6 b/ eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " ?0 z# s5 W3 J1 u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) S1 f# p) J- M& ^1 J1 sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % }& S* E; q0 S* @
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, " }7 e+ s9 Y. ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + _& R( R, X0 J" {
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + l% F! u/ K% }, F- [
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 u2 @2 h# t- d/ h6 bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 e$ I% u* |& x+ R- a* E, _: A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% ^/ J! ? i' s h& `; j& JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) x7 f" y& {$ _6 r; @# u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - M% J) v9 ^- [4 u3 R& y- ?0 {
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: r0 z) D& N0 S% KHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 d7 n1 l6 L- ]" d! F% z5 zHow you tried to set them free,
. X, _2 J4 h8 Z& CThey would not listen they're not listening still,
: y2 a. ]6 z! O/ K* J" tPerhaps they never will. |
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