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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 e& z& }4 {8 O
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 ^/ d+ V, `. i, X e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 d! m" u+ Z* a0 ^: g: q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. Y# [# n% @/ o- j; v N2 ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 s" t' a3 C0 l' r6 {
How you suffered for you sanity, ; g( d) w' h7 Z
How you tried to set them free, 8 I0 q2 j6 M7 h2 t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / \4 N: T4 ^/ S! i# c. z/ s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 i- a6 I% Q+ O/ G. Z* V2 Y& L
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. s0 ?/ [1 t' `! F/ ^7 u; FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 Y6 P/ p! D, ]* lWeathered 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,
! y8 }' x6 ]( H+ vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " E e3 [! M# S# `+ t
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 ~1 b; T0 m `7 n" p6 x
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* _: K, O5 o* U- e& i: e/ q' m- OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 q3 B) a9 p$ k- f) _/ @
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : k% A$ M/ W8 ]8 n1 J) I1 S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 n' }1 S8 x3 L0 P; B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 V6 d7 _2 R9 n/ JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 j! `( D7 Z( s5 W
% K9 C! y/ L$ A6 V' ?5 \$ Q( |" TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 F5 f% K( r* D- C, L
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 m9 o L0 y Z& y( f! T$ J. t' @How you tried to set them free, 4 B1 a! |7 X: [3 ? [9 r U
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 d+ p8 u& s9 h5 hPerhaps they never will. |
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