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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& b e, Y% V, }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 L8 G5 Z3 z" v; c5 o4 ]: }% IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 }6 g( D2 ?+ j6 r& _! {" j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 O- H+ \- f3 X( o* JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, j D; ~6 e) D3 ]/ S; m d' V' ?How you suffered for you sanity,
. v/ u' B1 f) {. |How you tried to set them free, 0 g( C2 Q* k( q* i: V- s6 s& J6 j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & _; }, l0 E: q- Y7 b1 V' m, X P( n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , u0 x, o6 _4 K6 b. g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 H# n. h7 K/ z5 k% N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# z" A2 x; ?$ K0 o! FWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! [* ~3 [- L# v- d1 U9 ]- J4 DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% k' W9 W( e6 ?* fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 |$ E F- \& D% q" @: u) f& @& XYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 z+ w. }9 z: o# {' u/ L
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; X" @9 H0 f. w; E7 g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 d# y. R3 _0 ~) ]8 A
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . I! ]1 i5 F2 i* C; p7 q: a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 c# ^; e9 u8 p" M5 Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . Y0 ~( h; [- |0 \4 t+ d
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; I& ]% ]5 E' R3 ^
8 M d: n) \. k3 ]% S1 \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 Y% |1 N, Z$ U* o5 D; j7 ^+ F
How you suffered for you sanity,0 N4 E9 X1 ]% \* y" n$ J
How you tried to set them free,
% }( ] B9 w6 {- \) cThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) r$ {3 [- y8 w
Perhaps they never will. |
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