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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ ?1 H& j5 E8 `1 C+ [$ E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
S" m: H8 l" _5 }+ H1 [: nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) F) k- m1 e( R, H1 q0 ~7 s% M- s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 Z! N# u' Y4 b* X; h1 d9 ^. _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 t- w0 U1 F& l" N
How you suffered for you sanity,
* i6 Z1 G* ]. I$ J# q/ f! _+ qHow you tried to set them free, ) r3 K1 f( `! k, t( U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ B: X* A% ~: C. }5 A: A# y( h( BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! K, |, g$ S7 _5 Z- _) LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . X8 h: o' U7 S4 [, x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 s5 k$ E e( p/ ?0 CWeathered 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, & @* f7 t* Q* {2 B2 f N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % y3 N+ i- O) g( R9 C
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! [% r$ Z; m6 A2 Z; J# \5 rBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 M- | s5 m S+ m2 s: D+ c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- m3 J3 E- d" g0 s& {9 ?0 M; q! YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 @( v5 A u$ m7 w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 a' c) g2 m; O' ?, O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : v _+ |: x+ D1 q; @$ M
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,
. r3 m/ A t1 {% Z1 a2 u" |How you suffered for you sanity,
7 T1 X+ F. p# z8 w5 S8 mHow you tried to set them free,
: I3 ?/ x3 e0 N8 HThey would not listen they're not listening still,
7 V* {; z" V8 DPerhaps they never will. |
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