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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) Y, t- b; x2 ^3 C6 X1 T( y4 H5 O# i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' T- D0 g: S r8 ] u2 @6 L; B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 S4 \4 j8 ^ [: t- |& c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 A9 Z4 c) [( i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, r# q' M+ A5 X" p' R0 A
How you suffered for you sanity,
; I+ [5 M) @6 Z( ^; JHow you tried to set them free,
: p+ S h2 `2 g/ k: r9 I/ g: `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + |3 @" r' ]! B% n& x6 e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( d! a/ G& L' F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( I R: J, \: K% }: j0 V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) O" n) s7 a5 ~# Z" V; E8 z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / a4 @ y. i3 E6 S2 a- U
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, " R8 c0 c @! z& _& _2 Y, n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ K7 W: J J) VYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - y4 @- s; B2 z& Z" ?3 C3 y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 x; u7 t( a2 [2 VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 F" w- B/ u+ e) }2 Y% f/ K3 p
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- e+ V* _" ^8 E2 O* f. y% `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 Y" g% f2 |( ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 P) }% `" ?( \. i1 ^2 {* Q4 Q
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, 9 W/ w* r6 j0 w# y# E8 d. V: R4 c* m
How you suffered for you sanity,! y+ b, X" N' ^* u
How you tried to set them free,
# L4 g) h/ Z- Q. f; K' ]They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 b# M5 g( d) w Z4 Z! I9 P/ J
Perhaps they never will. |
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