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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; x' u1 ~& K* g( ]6 xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 U2 Q( V1 Q* M6 Q# ?( `. k/ z9 r% oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," K! ~% H2 q$ n. A; O1 G; m: d4 E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 @, Z4 z5 G8 I/ m" I$ \0 G9 M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 F( G& h4 C( m, ^7 Q% l
How you suffered for you sanity,
* {9 E6 i+ i- A+ PHow you tried to set them free, 0 n. `/ F6 @5 H5 Q9 F c2 o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , g0 W" X, g" V2 Y: K" e* s. ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 R& P) h$ M) p7 i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + M7 \! Q: ?+ F& Y. y- a3 C# d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( o( M2 j1 S# i# k' K7 M1 x& X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# I0 t1 r8 X* w1 O" \For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 t! @1 e4 E, [" t3 }, IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
y' c6 R6 J, S8 H" f) ?: ?9 l- ]5 rYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 C2 T, y8 F" `) m* XBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- J9 S' A+ |4 R5 _. J# OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & [9 m. y; T) s, e" B; F) p9 e" \+ d
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 d6 t& y+ A$ Y0 x8 @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 _. Q/ u- E1 f! a7 W) v
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 T n% X7 W' J# N, i, a. r1 ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + d% S. O1 ~3 g& u4 E# I+ [, o1 c
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 C' y; H+ w5 o2 c/ t! X' a
How you suffered for you sanity,' P+ d9 J3 ^4 H4 N( R
How you tried to set them free,
/ I* A* h5 W$ {9 DThey would not listen they're not listening still, m2 i3 b5 D7 x2 C1 K
Perhaps they never will. |
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