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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# w& U! v5 X9 K& P7 W) \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! M3 v# P& n4 B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, c5 P& C4 ?4 m$ Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , @" D; }/ j" G; D* D2 o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 b7 S! i: E) A# [( |# t' dHow you suffered for you sanity, ' K: m, }* b6 [5 g. u
How you tried to set them free,
# q- X1 ]% k, E, O3 T- g9 MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# k/ _0 W- i% b/ l- YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# L1 T9 \/ P9 Y% c* n K2 zSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ ~9 B- A/ W* ^% [8 L7 B2 }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, R: o0 o5 X/ t/ a
Weathered 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, 3 I+ v! D' j9 q7 n/ _8 A" w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) s6 P7 y9 H" z8 }$ `: k& Q2 ?3 o' wYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " @0 A3 x! A& \& n4 N& U& c, J
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! J/ @8 w2 U4 e# Z& |7 n% ~2 W8 X& B1 Y' ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 k# N3 M) C3 E4 I5 j- g9 i
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & s7 Q" u8 P; Q2 z' \( x( T. d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) X4 K' g$ Q8 e k* MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. K. i7 ^) E3 n. e/ X' `5 U, @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 @& \0 e% c/ @
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : E: J3 g" ]. V& {/ a0 e4 t& W3 x; X
How you suffered for you sanity, v! C& ^+ K$ e1 Y) ~* Y
How you tried to set them free, ' r! e; u2 u+ q
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( }) U4 b" ]4 D
Perhaps they never will. |
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