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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; r' U" E0 X* Z2 j- \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 G* n/ f* R1 u0 {, n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& {7 S' m q) A" l% X1 p7 FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * S& a! i" `2 ^+ U8 H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 ^& v2 K, z8 }+ K" UHow you suffered for you sanity, ) ^, b5 [1 e+ }# p% L. U
How you tried to set them free, 3 V% m! K# A' [7 d2 u, C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* _3 [2 x2 R$ t6 v1 oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % s9 u# |$ f( l4 g) [& S$ I0 w- p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " e; u* R( H& q, {% y* t8 Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # G# m% G: Y: R" w7 ?5 [
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 v6 y: Q" b& v& CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 y! C# c( M$ `: O" x, N$ ]2 Y7 P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ D; r/ l8 G m. h
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ v, f8 I W+ r5 K4 @$ @
But I could have told you, Vincent, . V/ z6 `) z3 s3 n: J: ]6 W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 _* f/ z: t+ x, m. T- W
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " k Q |9 M1 r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ ~. n& R: z) v) B3 `7 oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' y1 ]9 S: x& O7 F% `- R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . N' Z" r% E2 V% T( n1 N g
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 z: @% w5 K4 \8 }. [9 h" [4 oHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 M F) l. M8 fHow you tried to set them free,
* j, H: e, L& S) X8 g# KThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- @/ ` D0 n5 R" R& K3 A: j% RPerhaps they never will. |
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