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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 c% b& [' z* Q: ?3 M" \/ U
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' W8 X/ r: x. U; Q2 }" X# v$ U, Q' QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* c( S; ]) T# q% g, l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , W8 O8 B+ J4 `* m1 \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 g( [0 H; x- wHow you suffered for you sanity,
, E! m( W% _. w5 rHow you tried to set them free, 3 D$ t; ^9 J% N* A
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; C/ f) N! V. b
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; d. N$ G+ F; c% T5 eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: w* s) _5 q2 c2 Z: ]8 L; t% y& RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # O$ M7 p7 v9 D! C' V, v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 G( c/ J3 Q1 A" z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& X* ]" |0 o2 kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 G$ X$ g# L" j* I" t. z& ^# f7 q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + Z; V+ q2 d' u5 R, ?( m
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: p1 l, q2 ^5 _( t0 {2 c6 ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) T% ^1 s& S2 l& d7 x
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
e% H2 m7 R# zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' Q6 i% ]( K% w4 c- U& [) @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . { I1 B; f V; C3 j; ~
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " W2 x4 L# k, ?. B' @. b+ H
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + Q$ `9 h1 H. k3 [6 B# E9 n( v
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 \- m# X. D% _: l6 o6 K5 bHow you tried to set them free, / M' K! r% u6 B5 Q3 ]
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, i6 }: l6 d. e' FPerhaps they never will. |
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