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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( n9 k+ M9 A+ f$ t+ \, \: H! n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( t/ F% P" W6 E% {. t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ E, ^. f2 z" O0 r2 }5 I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * b9 g+ ]6 m* j
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: Z! M- b3 Y% { r& W2 CHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 \& U8 p$ N- |7 I
How you tried to set them free,
# k. }+ W( S# x4 z. PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # k2 M6 `) V- H$ H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 Q0 u- _ U, g) ~9 `( fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; C9 v- H0 v$ q( xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 _1 d1 K' n1 q$ jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - A; ^4 V8 g: n8 c6 E
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 U+ X- F7 p8 `% ~. m0 s7 F$ D1 x( QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; ]; w" F6 g f; l- [/ k/ U% `- H8 h
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . Z7 ~* h9 m7 n) C1 ~" N) i7 F) Z
But I could have told you, Vincent, & A3 u- y) {4 |' l: j' ]4 u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 n+ T" X G9 \, OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % s/ x3 N5 O* k2 n/ L6 ]" m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , |- V, C1 y+ k: ~; Q2 ~+ A m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . X) w ?3 Q" k
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,
4 {/ a5 B0 A9 o5 ~# y, t9 r3 B z+ {How you suffered for you sanity,
! f0 E" \2 R; ~" w7 T6 @( R7 NHow you tried to set them free,
1 z- z. r+ x! v* q+ G9 Y; P2 ZThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) Y& ?, l; }1 x/ h% j; p8 ~5 PPerhaps they never will. |
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