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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + g& M# o: T H7 ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 f7 N& Y; S& w& T! DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 A% k; u+ [7 e$ s2 Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * F4 h6 k, v, d3 J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! |: X% k$ ]4 l |! Z% R
How you suffered for you sanity,
# R# b& w1 {9 z" r' j/ p l, RHow you tried to set them free,
. @( y8 N* f! y6 w7 W+ I7 C) YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& ?: o" u$ I. t" e5 m% f1 mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. ^( c+ Q9 Z8 o3 ^# s2 N7 b% n4 v, ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - m( g! m0 \, {6 d0 x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & e6 W5 d: V$ ~- b2 X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( x; u" f' d3 x
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 D8 |7 z$ c1 P( |1 o2 {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; c2 o) l) z. ]9 I, \ l
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 A! N) s: x; o- xBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- V7 v0 A6 j" X, FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( p! L! C4 M1 M4 g* j# bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # c- D1 }/ l6 S5 b) |" }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( y! Z+ f! }0 c. y7 Y- p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& w5 s3 n( _6 \' |! kThe 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,
2 X+ Y7 P! m2 x$ S2 D1 [How you suffered for you sanity,
' u D$ q1 |* V; R0 CHow you tried to set them free, 8 O3 i8 Q2 U" @
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) x3 I2 Y# W9 }3 P( f2 M1 G% m% Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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