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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ `& U3 j% A: L3 V4 N9 t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- ^7 B/ k# T8 yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ T) i+ T1 I, V7 w( }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 C$ ?! _ E/ U% r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# f+ F' H: t O5 y
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 ]( j0 t) m8 f' h" qHow you tried to set them free,
5 S; q" [$ j! qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! e. _9 [' s* W. ~7 Y3 }. ]. g' w P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 r7 D8 r: U( F- C2 }; K' v
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 }4 s s- f# f) hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ }8 h4 l9 f, m( GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , D; v w. }% [) N
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) f7 r# n/ i J* h* g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ F$ h! R: }6 Q5 c# GYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - j, H; l% i& g7 y2 l
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 Y8 L" M( @' r. G" pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( `1 Z1 j4 c! j$ S2 _! v7 }9 @; C
8 w9 P" r! {# Z& a$ m6 i* @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! v5 U( Y7 E( Y8 C) [* _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . R& J- X, k: k5 L) o) n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
H) s @3 S( f K+ ~- q" 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, ; s3 i5 B, K- w% k# E' w
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 X* f4 X: R% ]6 cHow you tried to set them free, $ y: V6 D& I; U ?1 k
They would not listen they're not listening still,
% `9 O* v6 S% W; _" ~/ cPerhaps they never will. |
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