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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 A& w# P' M# i! R4 \, M, o/ p
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " R2 f/ w2 m6 ^9 ]3 A& C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 o7 w( O6 _7 O( k. v e$ Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 K& m5 m4 B; s2 c1 G6 `3 |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: ]8 }. T5 `5 C, v4 g; b9 T
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 R8 B% {$ I7 ^) |) { Z
How you tried to set them free, 0 h7 h9 L+ ?6 r# T& Y4 o5 P J- ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ x5 w/ Q' y+ ?; B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 e: C( K0 \- H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 T3 j; f8 u2 ~
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) G# M c; s% J! w- Q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# L( ^& {1 F. CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 ^; M- H: |4 `3 VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " c7 o, \- T; y- S
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; ~2 |5 r4 Q7 `# O# p# y9 IBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 t0 I. p0 c: Y5 j8 ]- `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . Y9 K6 [1 i W" D: v6 l3 Z
. N9 s+ W2 t" _- g0 ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! }( z" F1 E. S1 y6 o. `7 h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + h' N T. C1 \4 V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 h7 B6 n$ |# B4 q# ]
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, . U. J, M/ W& |8 ~1 V- ]
How you suffered for you sanity,7 n" K# L! [& f2 [& D- r1 g( M
How you tried to set them free,
8 B' I, u- |# h! ]! jThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 }5 k' [ r% R, E& uPerhaps they never will. |
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