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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % m! Y6 r6 @& q8 p/ R# I1 l' P2 L# z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - i9 K& z' U5 w) y( r3 C: d) Q. d
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 }1 N' `5 O* G z# z1 eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ t) ]7 Q2 Z2 U' f" L# j3 j) n6 S* hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 t! D# w& g& A) C; |; E6 Z
How you suffered for you sanity,
" w+ i( O- }) F! \9 ]How you tried to set them free, / _6 f9 O# C& d+ v6 E0 `! u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
l; J- V+ G+ |5 I' v" z. K: g0 LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( y7 ]1 |0 a& ]5 D
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; I' W/ w5 O( ?! f3 u2 LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 p" k; ?( h# z6 D- N S2 p
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' k- W; y$ C2 p% Z: |; @+ ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 n! H3 q$ y }+ w" u( rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, x5 D, _$ t5 w) h+ `1 V# B5 y" WYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; ~/ \& {$ D: w8 @
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 D# d& U* j* |0 \) b1 ^. }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - e0 t0 Z0 p6 O6 J6 r: p+ a
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 h! V0 }5 t. g8 m( oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. w$ e3 W/ A- a9 i& C' P# ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / p4 \: h9 s- @1 n! N. f a
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 D7 t1 W) s* u' p5 Z8 [4 qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 v* ^, s* |$ u
How you suffered for you sanity,
, |* b+ o- a4 R6 ?# xHow you tried to set them free, - v: r( ~; h8 O2 ]+ H% s
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) A- a l" f, z: {5 s+ V
Perhaps they never will. |
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