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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 \4 |4 U2 y9 w1 R9 F& f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! M+ A% p+ x6 E. G( g1 n* [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," @' W! i# L5 S. r% o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ T9 j( e8 g# C7 K2 Z8 U. Z4 ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. ~0 g) p/ a9 W4 E: |. F2 |* O! FHow you suffered for you sanity,
& X5 k) A' g8 v" ]& H$ UHow you tried to set them free,
4 C, c3 K4 D. T1 }They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' z& n8 |' G" ~! D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( n+ M+ ^/ C1 F% @4 R5 v& D+ s% pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 \6 W' V. F9 YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & s) ?$ W' P2 V9 c3 m8 ~
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# @# F- k& \# `9 y3 ^* P5 k0 vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 z8 P7 T) I! m8 p3 a; N8 b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) r4 L! C( T" ~$ U p/ H, gYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* \3 {+ M8 Y) u! E% G2 a, uBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ ]" y0 u9 k4 iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 J" [6 M0 k7 T( O# n4 EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- J. m: D/ {# V8 @* K Y$ rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 ? l: W# K3 m+ S* B/ h. T
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,
/ Z/ X* q1 P% L% YHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 ?7 t9 z" k* E2 E8 d* \$ Q7 P/ XHow you tried to set them free,
, o5 i4 b/ i' RThey would not listen they're not listening still, p* e% N4 [! Q5 C; y* G. V
Perhaps they never will. |
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