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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* A9 _* v- V2 Q. I; KLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
G4 n/ D- \- Z. Y4 gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 D0 ], F. _, {( Y+ gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' p# b, x% {8 ?! Y j$ ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: [/ ~/ \3 J& \7 a0 I! y6 v1 qHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 ~3 u! q- m9 W% \ LHow you tried to set them free, 8 R2 ]( P* \0 L. H6 |6 u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# W+ J+ P% a$ [3 T" d4 ~* qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 D; [+ k- ?/ gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , e8 G' @9 N, Y+ {& S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' Y7 A" [) c" ]4 H5 m
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,
: B7 T) ]7 l: T( D, EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 d5 l3 O7 h: }9 m" h6 @; r" }! @) n9 ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: @6 b3 W- H- `6 }( x2 e; x& Q: ~But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 z B3 p" Z" B3 }7 WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ ^4 I0 v" g; S/ }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; E2 ]) h7 d, F) u0 @: i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 a& s" L) L/ U3 s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 r+ N F6 l- `' DThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) K [4 {4 t! r k/ _ c
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ S. J3 E9 }% I5 eHow you suffered for you sanity,
- _$ f. n, k/ `% W6 `- AHow you tried to set them free,
: X$ Z, L4 s3 }9 wThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& C5 o4 X7 H% E1 b; x% T [; p3 pPerhaps they never will. |
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