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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 O6 K8 ^' r: \2 Y& Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' r1 Q5 x& w. ?- w4 B# L" P3 |8 `; X5 N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 v+ {( {! d" H
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 ]' ?7 I* y) w8 N- [& F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 K1 l$ _2 V1 d2 ]& b4 U9 k
How you suffered for you sanity, / R8 @. [* w( y, D! j; y0 A
How you tried to set them free,
; I9 Y- y6 P$ }/ l5 P uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: R- w( d6 l$ C4 R' L" B, r8 qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# R' S3 _+ ?1 D" [2 a0 u0 e3 vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' s' L" m& \* `' O0 b/ n: I; a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ P4 [, e, v- c( R$ YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% a0 w3 T8 }" r% X4 mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * R" U, \* y' k& v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 {+ T) m! T+ u! rYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 I) F1 t+ |9 T0 L
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 }1 g* X* g5 GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # o6 B: V+ T/ g" C b4 V
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ ]3 a. G; w( ^: g) C% {9 T* ~! c- QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 q/ O" a) S. Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! Y# w( |3 Z* V" q1 z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. b7 u, u) I# f+ n4 x: n ?* u; |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& d- p1 V; {0 u) V2 iHow you suffered for you sanity,- \. h# Y, F' v+ I5 y
How you tried to set them free, 6 A" x# v2 v4 R
They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 B) i/ F$ g0 k [0 ]Perhaps they never will. |
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