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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # x( W- {+ c/ X. y" A, U$ k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! i+ ]; g! V, |7 {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 B \* C, m/ U& i" [, KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 @# A* j* |% K0 L9 uNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# E( {. u- e" j/ E& E. n
How you suffered for you sanity, $ b$ h8 ]$ i" v! l
How you tried to set them free,
) |7 u, ~! a! P, j2 M/ Y- ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 u2 J* U! o! f4 k4 ^1 P. UStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - t' m. u) z: n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( C3 Q$ t/ ]* z& H* }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 d$ g& O9 `3 @. M1 C: u8 jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ q- P/ h# F+ W+ Y- w u* FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 M" i& v& W3 X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 H0 n0 b4 _0 G& w8 LYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 n$ r( |7 i/ l, W7 U/ [
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* m) R2 X; b/ f5 l$ K+ a' m+ b7 sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% [9 ?7 K; G/ IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 ?5 L- { |# Z( N) nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ Z9 H* T" X# u9 g. YLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ j @3 ] Y% n/ r5 \4 n/ lThe 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,
0 G+ ~; r8 H# r3 `4 U! D4 s$ BHow you suffered for you sanity,( W, Z4 s. e6 k" V
How you tried to set them free, & N% h5 u; ?# p0 U' L9 M+ q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
h& _5 }& v" c9 [- l0 d6 @Perhaps they never will. |
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