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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 l$ v) ]/ ]8 `4 F4 t4 Q# N2 o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: v% X+ B; h* G2 L) A: HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 c/ K* S8 G6 K: v) CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; N. m2 w0 N5 Y5 Y9 R! |7 F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; V% D% I/ {9 \# ^% KHow you suffered for you sanity, * O$ I/ {. V' P, I9 a" e- {) Y
How you tried to set them free, , _2 F, e& b! I8 K2 y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 _" }4 {3 z6 K! Y) |4 S G7 n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 ?6 u) o4 z1 p r: `: E. r% E. N" rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / Q4 ]' z1 _ b) X$ B1 a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# o7 H3 {$ c6 s8 [9 pWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 k8 f \& @6 Y4 E7 I( M) {2 T( ~- _
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* C$ m* d' x7 H/ I5 {) EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & r! ]) H9 R# i$ ~( J# B
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* y7 v$ N: o! w& G2 F' `# vBut I could have told you, Vincent, ! \" W; \, ]0 D4 }6 p1 G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 I ~) u% `5 Y- x
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- |9 H/ |" b9 a; bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- D1 x8 c7 ^0 e6 d1 y( ~+ ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) ]8 _* E3 e" E1 R( H3 a3 F9 U- N& w
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# l: v Z+ h# M4 ]$ [2 QNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 [1 t6 C q1 A
How you suffered for you sanity,
; g$ [' }2 h' yHow you tried to set them free, . K6 m/ C/ W- q& N' N
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 o. ~: H$ o! F/ o0 G( L
Perhaps they never will. |
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