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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ q6 @$ A* [! b tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * N( p5 @( P7 Z: A' A
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* ? ~6 X# H k7 L' ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 y6 L: W* x% q8 L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 p# U Q* ]% OHow you suffered for you sanity, . I! W; s. E( P$ I# i/ G( v8 c
How you tried to set them free,
v5 `" @1 U8 T" }4 x; rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " w( k% j# d; o6 z3 Y' O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 A A% C( s9 c) NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ j! P* r- H- ~1 v( |( BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 k( E4 _- d2 o9 w1 lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% C0 N* }9 u: }0 @5 D: `For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 g" M: @; \9 r! Z. l" |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 A' f" @! `# M1 DYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ Y; f! _' S6 B6 ^: a: P! u7 c. QBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. C) g+ B, r9 U5 W( [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : x6 W: h# c+ ~
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 H1 Q' c& D6 m+ ]& Z# |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
G" U! \# S" ?7 ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 `' y6 k5 i; E2 U! ?The 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,
6 ?- U7 V1 J( N6 F& PHow you suffered for you sanity,, L" ~. z( O" b4 c* r" u8 p4 O) N
How you tried to set them free,
, k; F% e/ T# I# p, G9 ]They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 N. C- i+ r3 _" d R
Perhaps they never will. |
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