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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 u u8 |$ G9 N( j3 i, N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! ]* x8 J4 ~+ z9 ]* H$ G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* V9 Z! J* s$ m5 eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: L( U: F f# X$ XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 b# H5 P$ N% ZHow you suffered for you sanity, / }( Q* R7 S, B
How you tried to set them free, % t! z% E \! K+ A) z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. I9 Y4 `* \ n& b# W" KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + q+ h5 a$ g5 ^. T0 ~! |' H3 M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: c: X) h" q9 U2 \" S( h9 E& D3 R% mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 {7 [0 _+ i" ^ B$ R+ O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' y3 Y- x% z1 B
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 i9 r/ J* ~9 U( j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# @, s& X, `2 [6 }) ]* BYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + N* Y# f5 q- x
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 H1 Z$ \1 h' h6 @( S& r% X" T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! |" m2 Y$ N# ]1 ^' V" l5 eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , {# _$ j6 h8 O( |. ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 t+ O; _. z: `7 e6 ?) y) y1 u
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* i4 n- h, d- O. }" ^" T/ {! MThe 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,
' d3 [2 j9 G0 m; _4 T2 s1 N! |How you suffered for you sanity,
$ y6 S7 N" W3 {1 KHow you tried to set them free, ! k: }# K' d1 a! b0 x+ X' a
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. \7 i9 @- N9 gPerhaps they never will. |
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