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* z0 c4 h7 e$ V& @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . [$ d- l* L2 q2 H, a) f* ^3 [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 A$ J: }5 n- [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 a0 z6 H6 f E% z2 l6 w" I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 y5 O5 j& f @0 d- h* p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) ~) M: c6 ~1 I G( N6 N/ x" G
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 K- x4 [! h7 G9 y+ D/ d0 XHow you tried to set them free,
3 s4 y" k$ N; h/ ^. M; gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- t9 W0 _# m* J% l: \Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - F% ]& ]& H& q* J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) E# i7 H0 |" t9 GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / V+ S0 H c6 }& G% o
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,
/ y0 Y! F; c, l0 I; ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- @. f' }' D2 L0 kYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + v1 E- W+ }: J
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 u- b) d- a; ?; r- t- Y/ RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) _ _ Z$ G: Z) A% }& [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, a3 Q" l; t& U* S1 _1 v; n, e rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( h6 o5 O: l7 Q* ]4 pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. Z3 R/ W' h* H0 k# {3 T3 y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 G% p" u& ?: ]# HHow you suffered for you sanity,
# C8 @ L. { a3 i. KHow you tried to set them free, : l0 A! u: h2 G1 _* x% m3 ?
They would not listen they're not listening still, - O- z! o( ]0 Z* `& w* N# [) ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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