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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) v1 h8 [* \" I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 m& \( w% a! d* L- R1 B9 GShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! n2 K8 d0 {, L9 \3 ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- i2 w8 u0 G- t9 R1 K" VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. _5 a& Y) T$ U- r) aHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 z% E( z+ d) m9 X( n8 a$ F0 ]! UHow you tried to set them free, - w9 `0 H* O* K6 \; J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
t# V( b' `1 U- ]) ?3 @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / m$ v/ i0 }" n1 v
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ C& L- [ p/ o& ~. P" I O4 P3 C
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: e; ~, A6 T6 m7 [. y# rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 I* [# l, v l, B3 n9 OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 T* { ^; k; z* b; AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& O I4 l' z* }* Q l3 }$ U0 m9 cYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 Q7 l# E3 o' b4 P; \2 O
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 r$ t" O0 j* D, Q# D, h1 w; G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + F% D: N0 u6 F( b" G! t* K
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " {# ~# P9 Y# d0 A* n7 @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 B" `, K: d# |/ g* d9 w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 ]; R1 q3 u7 S: E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , A6 L/ o. G; |5 o2 |2 l4 h& X
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 t& g0 b* M& J- m- P- HHow you suffered for you sanity,
" R! P, Z& O3 L2 F; Q- v6 l# h" _How you tried to set them free,
2 A+ b- [" X) `6 N, e$ J# xThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% }1 @2 A; f# r lPerhaps they never will. |
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