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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % M4 F' V5 F0 N7 l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 W1 L+ m+ h, w2 u: U# Z9 `3 t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) S5 Q* u7 K! _, e- H: d
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * |/ \: F( n1 `/ [$ A! T' j
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% f* Y- B. h* n" R) k- _7 _How you suffered for you sanity,
! k6 B7 A3 j% |1 h- |/ i& K; B* QHow you tried to set them free, / ]/ {) ]7 H5 Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! ^" v* Z _) r# v( v* O$ ]) pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 }* n. C2 Q& m+ A- o5 v" A# P' w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 L, Y" H3 u) a W( jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 c/ B# v/ @) y# y# D
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 e$ L: e0 J) h3 |3 e+ n) ?! T! O5 Z. \For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' ^# D. l8 d8 s( I- D) y8 QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 c( p9 F5 z( l9 V: Z8 p2 e2 s' gYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / s6 D% i2 R4 `: P6 |/ M0 H) Y+ F
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! r: N+ Q, ]$ K! E# x+ `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 Y/ _ N9 Y2 s+ |8 _- o* Q" t
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# i8 k; `7 x( u [" A% ]" i' \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * n% B8 \3 Z2 M8 N0 T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' n/ E5 c( j* j" t5 N9 h& |: F# h, O
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 S2 p' m+ q7 E
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 C9 m% @ Y# D" l3 h' Y, k
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 L4 _5 J7 q) Z7 S/ I& U8 W4 o6 \How you tried to set them free, : R# D c) Y- R* }
They would not listen they're not listening still, & {+ f1 }' E( J; i7 E" k
Perhaps they never will. |
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