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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / ?$ r: a! t$ U% n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' y/ `# B+ y K( H; [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 B$ j1 r9 P" |0 |5 x3 O& d8 h3 O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 g N0 Q3 c' Z' l2 n0 g. M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 I- S) V$ X# k$ g( R
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 Y; k& {1 D8 W( V8 s% zHow you tried to set them free, ' _1 W8 {5 |, G+ q& d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + |6 g- Y& @! b+ F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 L3 m H0 Q- X3 P& K6 z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / t, L+ ~5 T; c# @* Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ Z' c% V$ u. O% WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ H$ n( w! U' G1 f. z/ z N
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! \! v8 x9 W1 e! MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 @1 @/ ?! {& \6 H7 dYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 \* s8 Z/ r7 x) ^! Y: ?+ NBut I could have told you, Vincent, 1 r- ?2 e6 T7 M( _- N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 X( o0 W0 d; E# ^4 I. J
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 g G. W! F$ V+ K8 N" ?) L' Y- e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) J7 q9 D% H C5 r( ~& u% ?$ j# T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; w9 y0 e, n; q7 J# SThe 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, 6 ~' E8 l0 U$ I- U4 h' |7 c& T7 e
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 t4 \/ t% }8 {. vHow you tried to set them free,
; F, {: V3 h# Z+ S" `They would not listen they're not listening still, S( b, q0 \2 r* I2 b! }& k
Perhaps they never will. |
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