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: ]: _1 W, \3 P5 g/ ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , r. N. v( \, n# i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) a! H: `8 j n. A) g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
F) B8 ]+ @! f. m( ?! D9 }# GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% C+ _( _) d y- i; `7 q6 C8 ~Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ ~" Y7 y) H$ d) t- p( wHow you suffered for you sanity, . S& }3 M5 N, _
How you tried to set them free, ) Q. [% D E$ O; b6 k) v) x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) A# r$ b, i9 [) E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( j. @0 e: L' t% g9 P5 E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 v- b9 B# Y' R' s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) y' r0 s4 M F3 s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- N& M, K. Z2 ^/ _; _For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ `+ Q& e0 c1 K+ ]9 X, OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; N7 j" x4 p5 k, n8 l1 j. K# | G
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- J* t! P' {2 v) }- f/ {5 vBut I could have told you, Vincent,
6 x( @7 U2 E* d9 M4 G2 yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 F0 Z6 w) Y9 t% I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* d: a5 h+ C. C$ A8 p4 ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ ^0 P6 }; T! o) VThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 a& G( w$ Z# r( {4 j1 V
/ g% C2 m5 W1 U1 sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' m! C- d5 `: C
How you suffered for you sanity,' v) ? E7 t6 l a" O
How you tried to set them free, . H3 D) s4 S' g
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; D4 B+ m# i; K( G2 BPerhaps they never will. |
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