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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 ]# m, V$ m3 z' E t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 H' y' C# _" j+ p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& L: @# T0 w: g! J% z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 l* t8 x0 o% ~- cNow I understand what you tried to say to me,5 u' v2 P0 x( P9 a* s' c6 Z
How you suffered for you sanity, ( v# e: V$ n$ ]3 i
How you tried to set them free,
! z3 Q) a2 T! M$ w( ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* l2 ^' L! T, ~ {9 E: z$ BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
G. B; P1 c' G/ f8 O1 ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / K9 \5 W' l3 f$ m0 G* `$ Y |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 {. D4 r2 `% s3 Q4 l) RWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + H* e/ r8 B5 x- J6 L
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% m- {! D( [1 |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
N, L- d* x3 f# K9 ~You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 j% h1 s0 U' ~0 O: V4 y/ F; cBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 z$ ~; V& F" p/ J1 u. R! pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" ^7 ~% u. d' H* T& d2 HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " `/ u v- z# @( L- m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 I$ v/ v/ X! l$ c% G4 ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 [, o* t4 I& G3 T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & z* F/ q) }1 c2 t$ M
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 `1 J" w u# F. s4 o3 S* bHow you suffered for you sanity,1 g$ F- b( E& {' A
How you tried to set them free,
" L5 A* _; f: C Z+ OThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. A* @$ ?/ ]1 T" o0 R% nPerhaps they never will. |
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