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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' s# u; y$ g; ~6 ?: t D- P" k8 x2 t! y5 u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + K. r4 e9 m3 K: `, n8 E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ g0 \0 e4 H% a- Q8 t, V" h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . E& U0 ?* v/ {; L. I! U0 l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, g) x% J$ }' i* n4 {How you suffered for you sanity, 6 w6 o9 f- P$ C; J
How you tried to set them free,
% J) P7 J0 b! U4 TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * Q7 v+ e4 L% O: n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 f2 d( P5 W2 A: ]" \0 M# N
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' i$ }3 Y+ c. \$ r" Q" O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 ]% w& Q; X4 ~+ i, bWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 M r# F0 @4 K7 |
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 {0 r/ `5 |9 q. B: ]8 ]+ x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - m( g* t% R. r6 y P5 \
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 R7 ~$ j0 @$ u) K. N3 [* K; r: {But I could have told you, Vincent, # f1 @( G9 |0 ]( E0 A! U1 e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! V- D# L* a2 Y& H3 k5 K; v! K/ {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. K' s! t3 Z2 a2 N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ G. {' a" e! ~) ~! o- T& u: ^4 SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) g6 N$ t- }' D, a5 ^4 rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' f' g3 f2 L3 U& c( G& ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 \2 Y1 R; [- s# b9 i. JHow you tried to set them free, % i& Y8 u2 A& f
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 L' [8 Z+ C# Y, Y' U4 h+ ]Perhaps they never will. |
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