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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , Q4 y+ d* h2 M0 {9 g1 K; A/ Z1 ` S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 l* D* K h5 k {" P* S1 F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ f# \* e$ Z! ?. A6 j: P) o* f# hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 T, h s3 w+ A4 p8 P# N$ ^5 X1 a$ T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. {' S2 `8 I( m* X) |# g: y$ u" D9 w) J
How you suffered for you sanity, ; _9 c# S1 l2 ~8 [9 _8 o- }
How you tried to set them free, 6 j2 M- p X# T9 X" @4 G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# b9 I0 E% \. ?; bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( n( d4 K* }! U8 \+ @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# @; _' K% B- X: PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 F! R# |5 F: r! v( u
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,
0 n7 P9 a8 T Y! A+ i: J* T9 NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & {/ q- e% C% K( p/ c2 @. v
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ B T Q( o: \2 K2 wBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 q& N$ J) j5 e, h- m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) U5 {$ [) e! Y7 ]. rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 |1 A9 Y O- q+ lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : q! m% I6 I+ p" k! V/ s* J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * G% n0 e. P1 l+ F! O
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 z: F' N- A% D" d+ w1 V$ f
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 y& x8 |8 d/ ^/ GHow you suffered for you sanity,( U4 E+ s0 n* V
How you tried to set them free,
* i( _, d+ ?, @& hThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ o0 `( h, T7 D; a4 CPerhaps they never will. |
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