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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ @, b5 X3 g/ y' G5 k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " ^2 ^4 G) r/ `* P1 J$ ~5 D3 @4 e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ |6 Z" p8 u$ \( a7 l: [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 V0 B" V2 R' A2 _7 H: }) j* z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& k N$ r5 X8 k9 X; M; }2 h
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 o4 ^' u" L9 m0 x" ~$ ~/ lHow you tried to set them free,
! Q1 e* e* l3 [! U+ zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & W2 K# A8 ^3 ^/ f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 q( m" p. d! E9 o& W& Z# l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) H A6 i- X/ c- i# l0 T7 R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 G0 k! u0 k$ }$ H
Weathered 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, 4 \5 P# }: n% E2 @7 t
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , ~( p/ L% E+ I8 l8 Q( U% @
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 l A" T7 y7 K+ H8 h- y8 KBut I could have told you, Vincent, % o1 c: \: f6 t9 O/ b8 G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( v: A/ R# J: [% `; w/ K- V
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. C# l+ |0 ^% E% p' jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. D; x% D) c' |6 e" p E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! B" K0 W# a8 T: A
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ B. N6 `+ w+ Z: c8 a+ `- H
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : F* j; c) A/ R# x$ V" e
How you suffered for you sanity,
( z) P: b3 s( `6 ?0 i: m) \/ vHow you tried to set them free,
9 e+ [: O, W5 }* T- s8 e( PThey would not listen they're not listening still, , J- L" @" }' `' O
Perhaps they never will. |
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