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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 X4 q: W% T# H" q' o. V# i8 \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 p: K" A; ?9 m5 v2 q( v9 {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% S. b; r- W1 y& }: P( kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 v! Z! @ ]& d! ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 B( r/ h0 }- l- f" ~How you suffered for you sanity,
1 J" t) R1 x& c0 K ^. y3 q! hHow you tried to set them free,
* |: [1 y3 u& tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 f8 h5 Q; B& w5 w* sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ ^& D! ] Y9 K* ~: fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 k. W4 A G' p: r5 tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - Q& Y' s+ ~* { B! T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' ^ M: P5 X/ R NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' P7 s5 s: \- @9 h: d0 i8 I, C- NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 ~7 a4 a+ g. q* C$ e t
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, ]# j9 _3 n3 i4 ~' C/ \: ?0 oBut I could have told you, Vincent,
& k" Y* ~2 h5 i; ^- N! EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- |7 q# {$ f- \4 x0 R$ m' W. Y# CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 C! q* v2 `! z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # S$ P. e1 c* e" G& ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , p% Q$ z- q. ]" h
The 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,
' H3 {5 d/ x% x2 ?; X* aHow you suffered for you sanity,3 x3 N8 ]0 [2 `- }% @
How you tried to set them free,
: E. g+ q" L* |* A- g) BThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 [* x/ M S% \0 M
Perhaps they never will. |
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