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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 {! M# _# ?( C/ O* }+ b7 Z# C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 ~0 H3 B8 k% y& X( w2 L1 i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 \6 e( _' u) o* k" o2 | i7 F1 S9 x* UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 i n# ^+ O& vNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 L& Q% Z, K$ O# I
How you suffered for you sanity,
N$ r5 Y v: U" @9 ZHow you tried to set them free, 4 o6 m) x6 n) b9 c5 `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 `" [) P- i, L: _# U- L+ {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : s$ K) W) v+ M7 r8 f" o! |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ p4 {5 C# A) N( `- Q$ mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . T) z$ D d! W9 i. j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. s, t* R. ? Y, F+ }1 p
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 q5 [# g2 [ p- z4 L I1 `* N+ AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 n2 @5 ~/ g% f* X" m9 E) VYou took your life as lovers ofter do, r {8 d2 n1 i/ Z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 c/ G! ^* b4 J* PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! C& q q Y3 i+ H9 e' p# BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
W" s( B- x4 F/ w$ _Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 {5 N+ b6 g' Y3 }# @. E( a$ X: ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / U o5 Y" {" g7 @- n" c
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, 0 T- L7 l Q! w0 g; p
How you suffered for you sanity,. @6 ] F1 p5 S- U: q% H- X, o
How you tried to set them free, 4 f; c, T" |& h0 ]
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 U4 |0 J& g' e( sPerhaps they never will. |
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