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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 `, `- A" ]+ n: h. V) ]8 [9 f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 C8 W2 z( o3 B `+ Y1 ~2 d% J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ N' x0 d0 t1 }0 s% ]& h [ d6 E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; e4 g5 q: h" [% C6 c0 i$ F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% v) w+ ~2 s( ?" {: M! DHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 U' [/ R4 e @* kHow you tried to set them free,
- S: S, H1 g. i. x) b5 p$ F2 KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" n9 L8 ]$ v' T4 {6 l8 R, tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: m- D- p2 Y& GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! O p/ r6 ?# w" z& _) I( U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 o) L/ R! Z2 wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 H& K$ P* Z9 @% r- w9 I' t6 j+ ~3 RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 _ G( m+ S/ BAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ H, K7 [& }9 h- K+ }7 v# Q' ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 L- A6 I& Z" c0 J& E+ V) n* L9 VBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 n2 @5 u$ x6 ?2 ~5 v8 o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 m; K: Q- M" A: P1 CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- t# h% s& w" A# \: ]( qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& U+ {( X s: w* }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! K1 O6 e; O7 D+ M1 SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 G! a& d' }% ~2 @* dHow you suffered for you sanity,* `0 t( w) }2 }5 S+ ^9 |6 B
How you tried to set them free,
! `) j6 D5 l: a/ @& x2 jThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 j6 C$ k, d* M* Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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