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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & P' e% U4 y% K0 {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 |! E, I( E- ~# ^. f t2 ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# C' a2 j0 y7 `1 N P1 C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ d5 \5 H: t; ?; oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" r# b9 c4 g' N% z) z6 E% t$ _( mHow you suffered for you sanity,
" y* s* u' a# F/ BHow you tried to set them free, 2 e$ ]7 f# c5 P+ b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 d3 T2 U0 [: c: J7 d: P1 S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; M# A! F* U% J6 t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # W1 z$ d3 ]# u0 ?( z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. ?# U9 U; u0 c: \2 t% qWeathered 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,
! m5 C- o1 X# {$ S, f! l1 Z$ R' [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 W' j+ U* c3 P' W j0 y% YYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ p- l- e0 [4 y0 l) S, R. NBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) F! R; e8 K' [, G9 P- E8 s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' u A0 x" {. j" l% cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: y$ q7 }- q" a3 mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 C- t+ H7 v5 X* d3 j0 Y) iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 J8 Y; b. l8 x+ w- G
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, + l; G; U( G, N8 }3 E, r5 B
How you suffered for you sanity,
) j* ~& E( S3 `How you tried to set them free,
5 V- H8 i' a' i$ _) t" xThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' Y% r5 |/ Y h- t. g; n
Perhaps they never will. |
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