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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 U/ q& F I3 h0 }9 Q7 q% @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 k+ o) O/ g m# Q* R/ e9 R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 [4 M! }4 {- LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & W9 F$ _! r8 m$ ^$ ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' d; ~+ Y4 }, k" Q
How you suffered for you sanity, $ K4 I+ X# }9 F8 q: `) c& _
How you tried to set them free, * d# P0 Q& v8 B. H9 G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' C0 s; `- {- aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 r% c/ s7 v- n6 V! ~8 |) gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' G9 h* F( g1 y$ n6 JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; x/ U7 p! l; Y5 R7 g! xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 m3 S9 O0 r9 R8 ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true, " r( B' C' I! C1 b7 @1 H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' a6 x" J0 z: |1 F3 ~You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ \: R$ j' l; N y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
k) ]4 G; ~/ M: P/ @3 M1 x5 l9 sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 V$ c1 I. O0 A- ?; Y
$ k: D9 V/ s! U% Y% rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# z6 ^+ L5 e+ z, }4 A' dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- A1 @$ G9 a! H" l J, c+ Z7 s. vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, A) X2 I' d+ E- |% Y' l
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& e/ u5 G2 k0 V |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, K# V x9 l% M
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 Y* H+ D3 m2 ]. z" tHow you tried to set them free,
7 v$ a* |9 \ j; iThey would not listen they're not listening still, ( x* P" Y7 D8 F$ d y2 ]# ~" E+ D
Perhaps they never will. |
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