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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 A; J6 F& K* u- H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' z! d# V# @/ v$ I9 F# b$ {! w2 y6 z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( E5 V9 l9 n- A3 D6 L& M4 ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 S* E9 S* d- m" S+ o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," ^8 W1 Y$ U: Y4 z c* z6 I6 L
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 R5 `( S, O2 X: a4 l# f; o
How you tried to set them free,
0 P, _8 q4 r& z2 D( k0 {/ e1 dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% h1 K9 O5 S8 T7 _4 bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ^0 U( Q9 q! e! H* P9 d& g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 C- ]6 g9 f" Z. f' NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 `) Y9 l. w+ u8 OWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 P" ]/ ?' [7 yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
K- T" Y" F3 jAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 ?5 p: r' P! f- s2 B& x+ L! B
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / J; }7 Q- X/ F0 W6 ~
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% N& `8 ~. h0 h3 ]* Q* L, uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. Q5 t1 O7 j& p/ k; H7 n5 }Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 y- x, Y( s, l1 T$ X8 O/ u
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ W7 m F3 E* E6 k$ D$ u
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, ! ]2 E a H0 `$ a- i( R. l
How you suffered for you sanity,3 k) ^" H8 K' g$ A
How you tried to set them free, " ~) }; b( R. {5 q) L! {3 F
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 N5 D) Y" e5 [* h( ]Perhaps they never will. |
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