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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " O5 C; O, H$ ]: V. K& s
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; p/ K ^3 ]$ G9 a4 DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: u6 ~+ M7 \; d" z+ V: W+ g& ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ F3 ~9 a1 y6 ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,
* ^; b! r% |8 B2 OHow you suffered for you sanity,
]( B8 z: c+ HHow you tried to set them free, 5 c+ c# Q5 _$ b5 O4 Z0 Q4 u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 v& M! x6 k* B8 A7 `+ U4 k& O2 n( k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 _3 U& w' Y U, C8 B* ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 y, O& v! m, k9 b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 H$ w" b$ g8 L# x3 m
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,
( m: W2 t( `/ s1 O, |: rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * k' u6 t) t) L! U/ b
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , t7 ~& E9 _+ Q0 M6 }. i# J. Q
But I could have told you, Vincent, & U- H* I5 |1 z7 y. C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) k( I! T0 ]5 d! C
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 | N, \; k: a7 s/ H: H- l A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 b$ {, T% n1 \) R% c5 k2 GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 z* T( g* Q. Y9 c4 `3 z$ ]/ `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, ! Q# a. W6 h L, t% q" e* c4 x
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 b" v: X1 V, oHow you tried to set them free, / u1 |2 K. e+ h5 b- a
They would not listen they're not listening still, " q+ R/ ~$ F8 n' i
Perhaps they never will. |
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