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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 Y/ \! Y; `- b# i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 ~6 w( t1 f, ~( H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 t& q- R. r; O0 E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 Y$ Z6 i3 O! `' o/ v* jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. p; u: q% R% \0 l, n0 wHow you suffered for you sanity,
' u: d/ Z' n* [) y. mHow you tried to set them free, + G/ h( F. c. A4 t. C4 |, D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
u/ f7 U" J- w+ HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 n# q! G& ?$ P1 C* d6 E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 X& o6 _$ ~- W: c6 uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: h4 P" E! t2 SWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 W% [. f5 N7 A4 p: {8 `& FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! L3 ~9 l6 E: }% C; u) G, K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # z/ k0 H& \# n( `
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 C) l; L' T7 k& U- F3 w* ]( I
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 i" v7 ?# B$ O6 I9 H* N8 JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 _8 n6 m2 g5 F7 C, P% @2 dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . R' E+ |- x5 M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! a" ^" p# P. d4 P. G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: t( @! u$ G1 c; k% K8 I2 ?9 _ W) T% tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 R" k$ m- B2 F1 i ~8 P: i7 q" w
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, # K O& q6 e+ u; h' x
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 M5 a1 ~+ m$ o1 Q$ ~! ZHow you tried to set them free,
9 ^3 q. v; t8 D& d+ q. q% pThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 T0 D% U% M! G: o G8 n1 R$ M
Perhaps they never will. |
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