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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; {) A0 d8 A* x& d* @% P c5 \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) Z1 E" R" P8 z& Y: sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 L3 ?, v5 D% U0 u4 ]0 K' w% U; [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 C. J* L" R6 m7 T( S! d1 O1 q8 W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 c1 X; [% d6 O
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 r* T9 l7 s% b: tHow you tried to set them free, 8 E0 @; a' j; Z9 o* o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / t: P" ~7 x2 a7 B9 Q7 f+ }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 r7 ?- f0 [0 f D4 c' `- O* l9 c1 ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# m& W$ Y9 `0 x3 a7 [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 P# T, W! t8 V" [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 m0 w- C2 m& w8 ~0 d [
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 N! x; {# t) L2 T0 LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 _8 N" F& d0 t1 d- z$ j9 `
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 h/ Y+ b- b$ U
But I could have told you, Vincent, , L. f9 f$ |+ t7 F; s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 }% e) W2 t3 H' ~. A1 K3 v# ]
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . X, z9 _5 H( s% m- i9 @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . |: Y4 S0 i! O0 ?. ]1 E, `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 t" {' K7 a1 I' x; e1 n) _( M( d. JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 o ?1 ~& R0 C( z9 _
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; _( W# V% k; J7 FHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 P" I, X; R; D7 E: V8 J# KHow you tried to set them free,
: D0 e% U8 M v* c5 B1 iThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 V6 r8 x* ]1 o: UPerhaps they never will. |
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