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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 q6 z' o! ]" I( v9 P! t. t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 w5 x+ k/ N1 L! K% W' `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# @0 j: N9 g& W6 ]; TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 b& X* c: q, E6 [# E% t& ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 C& F+ A- w# H* B0 uHow you suffered for you sanity, & Z% D1 L. N8 r7 b/ Y, t
How you tried to set them free, # X9 W1 w% f; |% V( y! w2 C: S4 w; G$ A
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " l0 e2 C# S1 h! N0 Z6 |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % z6 X: k8 B( s3 i! H! ]: o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 H* Y* x1 s/ N. X; U4 lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 v1 a6 Q) N- K! nWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # X3 Y/ | X* O5 B7 T
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# L; C- [0 u& c* Q% VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 E5 F; N; z' GYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 [; e4 `9 T: Q5 p9 w2 RBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" Q6 C: i8 k/ Y! e# Z: ]* J: {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 t0 P# }( g/ q3 k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ p1 F9 v+ S" ]7 e" U+ O) ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* Q4 u1 Q. z9 a* R$ p! O: kThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) O V, [- a5 }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 x0 m7 O# ~4 f$ c; y% H6 zHow you suffered for you sanity,
" ]. ~ `& r$ s! i) X5 n& RHow you tried to set them free,
6 @2 `2 L7 K/ z+ y5 o$ m9 GThey would not listen they're not listening still, # v1 v5 d; r. O5 `
Perhaps they never will. |
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