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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) Y( ~8 [) y" A6 ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( | t. x% s/ G1 W; D9 }: e) w8 cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 e2 }# w# T5 L: W% x) r/ F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 K5 j: i$ O$ x. P7 R5 Z& S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) q6 j% t ?" |! I. M) oHow you suffered for you sanity, ' v3 |& Y* Z* i% q, r, O! A2 Q
How you tried to set them free,
j8 q/ H- _9 c) E2 f% ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 }1 s7 V1 G) O. z Z& {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 a" t- q; j/ A" U8 ?4 z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + [2 f# n1 c& e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' Q$ ]& z; V- w) C3 w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
H, Z1 {, E7 C) H- rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * ]6 i( q! b! b& C& V
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' i5 J4 r6 f& U# n& T. r3 E- J" b5 FBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 E: c6 \. L" @1 D8 GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: Y8 B' ]3 L5 {7 k" F7 CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 c4 Q; H! K+ E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ b8 }0 z3 S5 {* ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 s& |8 [; Q3 ~) B6 R% ~3 n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 L* {6 e; {/ R2 L" f# b
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; k' | L( _- k. H5 v1 M
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ S6 V. g, @6 U, X+ BHow you tried to set them free,
8 q# C; m' r; O; i# NThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 K" j8 m- @7 f$ X
Perhaps they never will. |
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