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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 g* }* c1 J& {, ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& n* r/ X$ F. Q5 ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 u; m3 m& t' K1 {7 vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 P9 M6 g7 W3 O' R, C( I3 UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
; S1 `, S; l* P, yHow you suffered for you sanity, p7 A. f2 a# b0 Y" {7 N# z
How you tried to set them free, % D- d$ M0 C- X/ o5 t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 A; q8 k3 K6 q5 U$ m7 {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ h) V) b6 f* S+ P* Z) Z+ lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + r* c5 e/ H, B! K+ U0 {6 B; W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # v1 D- I/ P. s0 ~& g' @( |' `! g
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,
& } S9 A- N1 e g( t( K1 F, _# A rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 u$ Z# Q# x3 z2 x0 B9 q5 v
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
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This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: ^0 J5 w5 `& U: M4 K$ C3 y Z$ H; KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 o: ~9 h0 q, B& B6 |4 zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 i% l4 [$ i5 s/ J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
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* a; T5 g3 c e3 BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, e+ @; v% T0 P* }. o( `2 uHow you suffered for you sanity,* Q: `) i2 M. A
How you tried to set them free,
& E I2 f" l# v5 }They would not listen they're not listening still, : Y1 R6 h/ B$ R* S$ x
Perhaps they never will. |
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