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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / l3 b/ J+ ?( w+ W7 _& k. ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' D) Z* P8 f* W2 y( |6 P6 G, iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& X" x: H5 q! U4 y0 j! h% I) L" p- d- sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. c: l) G' o# v: P1 `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. q/ k) z) L% p4 h. |5 O# BHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 J+ q1 [1 |4 C5 ~5 `How you tried to set them free, 0 ]4 F. g7 o! e7 N0 V$ Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 X- C0 X" N4 W: U2 z" P! l1 iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) j" Q+ [$ Q( p1 n+ J qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & M1 K0 ~# t+ \# J: s& A7 R( u4 C( A% E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 M: w5 k9 M, y UWeathered 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, 9 y% m) `! K1 l, U7 R3 T! z. k* X) W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& H9 d* o: v! w. |8 q& z" `) _You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! J$ b- @' K1 \' O) @, O3 kBut I could have told you, Vincent,
7 u) e2 ~, H1 I9 U+ O, VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 x3 M/ P) |. n m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 M; X Z: L9 X4 c" n5 M' d' j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - p& W9 Q5 G% m$ K1 r1 ~
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* [; O# m9 v5 ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : o( x& t9 b& T9 [9 f4 T
How you suffered for you sanity,8 d8 Q' h* x3 S+ H
How you tried to set them free,
9 g- Y; D5 n% k9 q. NThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 r) I4 M6 I" M: z/ H/ P5 YPerhaps they never will. |
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