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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 @. e. Y$ f& N7 t G% T+ y0 o/ R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 q, ]) G8 h# F: j5 P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. ~' O2 F8 k% l# Q/ ^7 rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 ~3 ~/ ]! E5 _. `- @' t. y% |4 p2 |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( s7 G% i8 f- `" `8 hHow you suffered for you sanity, ' V+ |* G& k: B7 h
How you tried to set them free,
) {% v0 Y; D& P( B' @4 oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 E# X( v: R6 V! BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) C2 Y: @6 d ` [! L! o0 J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( t7 m; d5 \9 B- E) b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % P' ], i1 O" ]2 x6 L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 o9 `( ~/ D, e1 vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 ^: J: `& i/ bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % R+ K6 L# q; o: ~9 B1 j
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 h+ E9 T& S7 q3 X4 }* ?
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 a0 b/ S) D: E" B; K( \; p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( S% W! J* O) P: g$ N. t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 d+ s) O$ Y& Q2 ]/ h& O ^$ FLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : b+ @% L* G4 e: ^
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, - G0 Y* @6 T) a; H* Q
How you suffered for you sanity,4 c- m2 Z n4 x4 B
How you tried to set them free,
& ^4 e4 {+ z3 V& `/ c3 [They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ x0 p$ N" r$ S7 ~Perhaps they never will. |
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