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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; {. N" {" c; x% S$ V8 g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & y( i9 r, l/ R/ U4 j/ [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 {# v: L2 I1 ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 }# M4 A- u1 J, ]' Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: N0 h w; E# T; C# ~; N
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ @& F: R* i% a' J! mHow you tried to set them free,
7 y7 S n) l. k) F) n+ [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " f& \! c# @) e4 L1 a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% ~ M8 v* o6 u. g& CSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 U( t" V( E2 H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 o( [ F1 Q" {2 I* _# h: g( v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 e7 j+ K+ L! |0 \; A6 _3 \
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* ?4 y5 ~7 f4 ]# u+ f2 V' W$ _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 J; t& O, _( Y: t0 O9 _
You took your life as lovers ofter do, m( D/ Z- {! K- r% O
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- x% o6 [. K& d$ r' yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - D$ i5 G) G# m
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) r5 ~0 E3 ^+ [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; Y0 A" ^9 L8 _- Z, }" OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # X1 s2 l3 x% \& K
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,
7 J( Y7 u- a+ } XHow you suffered for you sanity,
' S$ u+ y% Y$ e- m R7 [+ o$ sHow you tried to set them free,
6 f8 b$ i, _/ zThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; @" A+ F# i5 f7 x. |4 v$ L
Perhaps they never will. |
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