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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 l- H. R" P( w8 t0 j: ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . L( l7 n |+ }/ [# ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ O9 h, A' U$ f( s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + o( p" n5 |( A' R: F# d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. t, N* K0 w6 }% _, G
How you suffered for you sanity,
# M2 S( y. @- ~, W$ bHow you tried to set them free,
0 }) ]9 Q4 |4 f+ H8 RThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / J, n4 Y h7 w T+ B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 ^) j* Y/ K; J* G J6 @& Y7 j2 R% F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 E- }1 [3 Q/ x% v' l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* A; I/ G) H$ x+ H% cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; ]5 Z$ y/ q, ?# q2 [* L/ C+ MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * B5 Z. R1 E+ D: q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, v$ Q0 C0 v, ^4 j
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) i0 }2 T5 j) ^; f3 W+ qBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" L5 p1 p" g% j. B3 s+ YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' m* m# G, V5 p9 e @- B% x) F$ @
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # ~5 x/ c0 ]$ J; f9 s7 G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 c" Y' Z3 T4 F" u N Z1 a0 r" m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ ^. ]) V3 F0 i2 q0 t$ _7 KThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 a& H6 E5 c: R, v# v4 fHow you suffered for you sanity,2 r. E9 q+ e/ F0 I R/ ~" Y
How you tried to set them free,
9 T$ S2 Q+ `$ Q! R. PThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ Y8 V/ O p9 d- B. fPerhaps they never will. |
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