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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . c; c( F5 a$ J* O a" D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 _/ M) g+ a* U F/ f4 j8 y8 yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, d8 I5 ^! ?: T2 u( fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + c: j, j' F: s5 Z- ^2 i; h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! ~6 T, C/ {3 F+ i0 ~5 S* V2 aHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 G: }+ W; z5 D9 ^% I- R. H* YHow you tried to set them free,
& a( i ~7 C; r( oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 D" s9 k1 j9 q8 O: M2 RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! n. s n# z; M( c$ P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! Z2 b. [% T& s7 J0 E! ?6 p2 J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 b, F+ s) \5 ?0 c8 v, VWeathered 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,
$ \9 p) i& ^- f \6 AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" N$ Q1 L* I. _/ o4 L# ~You took your life as lovers ofter do, " c2 V9 V+ M* \* @7 D
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) g1 k0 \3 q& v. K) ~+ ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . t1 x( P/ Z8 v8 E0 J
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + R# q' B& ]" m; a9 X" F& j* L, G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + r: h4 D8 A$ Q, x: w; b6 {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 y$ A4 R$ H fThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : V5 r% c' ~- J/ M6 S7 N
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) Y6 S/ z7 o) h* [+ V U2 p5 |How you suffered for you sanity,2 ]. U1 P9 J1 t$ A! i
How you tried to set them free,
8 R* O3 Q6 f2 I5 n' X! Q( c! N2 b/ }They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 w+ P) `, @/ `5 lPerhaps they never will. |
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