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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * f0 z0 v+ `6 X% v- T* j9 k9 G$ C' r- D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ d, ^8 ~7 R9 `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% @5 v3 S4 `' s( @* _7 ^( S9 Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' H9 g" p8 b# B) h1 z# @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ a4 \: `; H$ a4 s( T
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 d d& c( U2 z6 g. {
How you tried to set them free,
; h, I, |% i; o$ R) G$ NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , i {2 N4 N0 G$ a3 E( [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 C9 @8 ^$ s& f# x- P7 P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; ^7 U0 g8 h8 T* o5 g. IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ l4 j4 f2 Q1 r! bWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ U: t( l( k/ t n( N* ~! [6 aFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# e4 e5 y; [* ?9 _7 TAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; x6 Y1 D* I# B( _You took your life as lovers ofter do, + F x- _5 Z6 Q# w4 y' e- h+ U
But I could have told you, Vincent, + o$ A, ?9 _" ` d9 ~0 ^; R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & ?, G' W: u0 Z" V. o
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : Y0 }6 ~+ S- o, t3 y6 S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 I9 y8 F7 l6 H- c6 X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 O% ~! [6 t/ w& s
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 ^1 ^! Q& P0 J% K D. r7 J
3 o/ ?5 Y) T( {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 ?3 @- W, A. w* f7 U
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 Y; b9 S, K, p7 Z$ n zHow you tried to set them free, 6 X2 f: s% l6 m& J
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& A- B* `. U: ~% c) Z8 LPerhaps they never will. |
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