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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 L% a6 D; m! i0 w& N" G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 s0 S# j) M& u& W/ O& o9 h* U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 ]/ Y4 N; A1 K$ w% U: @# ^4 n0 oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- J' g4 [4 q2 C8 G& A, k, V3 K/ P; y2 INow I understand what you tried to say to me,+ [$ Q+ j3 l$ ^: E
How you suffered for you sanity,
) Y) a6 E1 }, U5 [" R' UHow you tried to set them free,
( _9 a& C" H0 fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. L! M& t N R# B' x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 a* k( Z% l- ]* J) YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; a1 w' I* {& }0 k( T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) ^! S+ \# l4 i( }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ X# E1 H( P" e7 w( n+ t% dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 j3 J( o/ N8 |, l+ z7 t& G6 p
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 Q& a% R4 p' V9 {4 D
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* [* j' W' x+ N n" r$ WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 k7 A5 D2 r+ H; i- U) s0 IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- r( M+ e, V9 Q* M" v V8 kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 X0 h3 o* k( l5 q. c S" S! sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 |+ U* ?" f+ i! W U: [
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 E: N# \& ^ f5 W* s4 p
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: T9 h) B( j" Q& y4 r/ y- Q( WHow you suffered for you sanity,, \' y( Y7 o4 r0 z
How you tried to set them free, / u* B8 u3 v1 @ E' O
They would not listen they're not listening still, + Y; \- p/ g! ^3 @8 M5 {4 v" q# G. M
Perhaps they never will. |
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