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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 I3 y3 W; B3 e$ v: D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ Q- m3 \% n3 k6 p% S' q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ X: M4 d" n3 s) L3 V# ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 F1 q4 t* c% Z* Z! c/ q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* j( v$ V$ E4 q, n* _; _, f* kHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 ]8 e' f: ]8 d, o+ ^0 e: j0 p: kHow you tried to set them free, 5 E/ u5 v+ i+ ~& W+ Y* F5 B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - d( ]& }) O' c! M, I$ U
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) b* C5 h4 ?- \, ?1 WSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * V; T7 V( Z3 u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! r! N) v e5 _8 L: IWeathered 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,
4 Z5 e0 n& n& Q+ @: {2 OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . M/ D' n9 P' b6 J
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * N5 \+ X1 X7 ~5 k( s5 C
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ P3 t) e# w$ XThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; @/ p! M3 d: P% g! q( }4 f: B6 ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' B: `' c" m+ w7 a2 }, S6 ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" z6 d3 w( O# v1 q5 O5 mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # L% ^- U* q7 W! T1 p# d
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, % \+ O9 x1 |/ F) _
How you suffered for you sanity,/ S N7 f1 G* `" S) T; H7 O
How you tried to set them free, % ?6 F- {' u) \
They would not listen they're not listening still, Q! l4 I8 d. ?( p' g" q
Perhaps they never will. |
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