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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( U# L8 K8 R/ H1 R% m* |+ n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) M5 y+ f- F6 w2 y) PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( z9 b) @- i" ~& d/ m$ W+ ] N( d3 NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . l! l3 j4 h) d G8 ?1 q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% }& I% i% h, U0 q; A/ p8 c
How you suffered for you sanity, ( P& |( R, L& o: x" p
How you tried to set them free,
* ^& G6 d7 ?( tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 T2 K3 M( f( b: qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 w1 Y# L4 f, E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 w# S# S) H+ [7 J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, H+ t: W! h, G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ A4 l8 F: s7 ~! E! }6 O% c
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 w' i9 K! ~8 {8 I# E5 T; c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; L" r5 i: _9 |) v5 w
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 t# z: ]% T( s; G4 J: K: |$ O6 z1 v8 Y
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 H7 G& l! N6 b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# B; o) d- U. s( z6 i+ sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / P! j' ?* V# r# l3 L' [7 T) K0 y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& g& S ]7 [( D1 NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 N8 `. n: t' R; A0 f O6 n, AThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 D; h- i: q) q. w# }4 SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 e1 A8 Y( c# pHow you suffered for you sanity,! a: v8 M0 X, c2 C9 G* t# o
How you tried to set them free,
) x) M2 j# [4 w8 {! @They would not listen they're not listening still, H2 e8 R9 z: C7 I6 L
Perhaps they never will. |
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