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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " e* z; H8 F: H8 D# `& X* ^2 w* f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% O, P3 _# S5 F- F! V# ~0 m, yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: h) |. E. Q* H8 p ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " p2 ]/ @) E8 e+ u( P: e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; W' @. H/ v6 E& h1 f" k% X
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 {8 f. G6 D2 M; F! H: U& `How you tried to set them free,
5 i h9 z/ }) V2 ]% \' VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 A, [6 r4 _/ N5 n {* fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! H5 t/ k8 }/ C2 i6 H4 Y& P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' t% j+ [2 d: C
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- I, k/ N5 V/ s1 GWeathered 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,
8 u. ~/ b* L0 P7 T/ fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " n; N! L. r+ G
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; }. X# E$ G1 ?. l1 z" K- S
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! X9 O1 G2 B5 E8 k( b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( l5 P7 d8 a4 e. \& b
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 v! y( b3 |$ j$ QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # V* z! \& S b. c! U% z* {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, E0 S! @! D2 a4 D S3 ^4 \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 S5 t1 ]* f/ _: S7 w3 O
: e% Q4 s. Z1 |% @( |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& R: r; q6 q1 N z! |9 b* lHow you suffered for you sanity,
( ?. G7 z: t/ N0 q% mHow you tried to set them free,
5 n/ N5 ~1 Q( k) k- c7 `" aThey would not listen they're not listening still, % N6 P0 _8 H/ U1 N1 `
Perhaps they never will. |
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