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7 S/ v: j( S0 m+ s. bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % ~& B* ^, y- M M* \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 ]$ ]$ _9 V- d3 hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 V8 y. i! H$ G3 RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 F8 t3 Q" }$ i7 h' x: A! I* s' K9 z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( G% d8 D- h- P9 g/ {9 eHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ [, m" I0 z% a% i$ e/ @+ JHow you tried to set them free, $ ]' s9 ~* H7 C# }3 F4 [! K, S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
G. d1 r& ~2 V! ]7 V1 @! f( k: sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 ^5 F, n+ l0 g3 o0 O/ T; T7 zSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" b: u0 P9 t- z" t" cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, r& j$ }# j1 T: X! d! e* `
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; e0 ]4 ^& a" d# W1 e) b" c& ?' L: n1 L( xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; O% ?' o' j' p) _; W, v. z% X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, r- a: _$ c# h4 q4 L8 mYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 n9 w. J9 ^4 H% y3 G. i0 h
But I could have told you, Vincent, # J' j4 v( C% F
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. G) b2 o4 P) b! DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 b* d7 S$ g% k, m3 p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 [- n8 B L. {+ L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* G! j: J5 Y$ QNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# n x, ` ?; X, qHow you suffered for you sanity,, }) z7 h/ d# @4 J) u0 U
How you tried to set them free, % `" W* `, p" Z8 y
They would not listen they're not listening still, / A0 X0 a6 W+ L1 w1 s" S% O
Perhaps they never will. |
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