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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, v, x1 b& B Z- wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 {: X9 _0 M D) a6 n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 I1 \4 g2 s5 W% F* zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) t* D! v/ ^+ t- @, n( A0 s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
`) C2 x% i4 I0 ]/ ]7 N; x; |5 KHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 @6 R2 v* q: XHow you tried to set them free, % h1 i1 q% G% u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 x# H( z) {( W+ o9 ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " @. J* p, V3 {, ~2 S- h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 W4 ~/ E6 q* n5 f/ h" U5 nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) ~! R, H: z$ _( b6 u5 V" p: ~Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) ^1 d+ c, V1 n! ?& i" h& A
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ j# ^% l, G9 z3 n, k, s) _" tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 K; c) D7 ?5 F* B1 z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 s7 }* h/ J# x- j( c0 @
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 k, u. Z. C# A. \( C7 ?5 [ YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! G* C1 \* K. R8 {+ M# o4 RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - Q# O8 R8 W7 U0 |8 w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : r6 L& n7 e% l1 M, s/ o4 q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 c8 E. w7 e. c6 W: z, w3 P) R+ oThe 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, : M, }4 K! I2 s% N, x8 R
How you suffered for you sanity,, x8 J# n' D3 H! X
How you tried to set them free, 0 I) X4 m/ @% M; f
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ ?3 W4 `. F% U) u# r+ d
Perhaps they never will. |
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