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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! J6 o7 w& h* R" U4 ~5 h# S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* y9 n, J: D) ]/ Q' U* h1 _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ Y* ?4 r* Q1 z8 ], d: S* @9 E: o1 DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 [9 H; R9 d _# n0 c9 ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 u5 J& I0 D6 b3 Y# I3 hHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 o- }3 F+ Y. f/ o. EHow you tried to set them free, T w7 b7 x& z5 m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 R% M, \- Y& y& f t. m& xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 |6 I. ~ C9 \$ b; z8 t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 w% g! k* w3 s- kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + x+ p i$ P* U2 n! o, A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , E' w, j1 i9 v
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 |) P+ V( Q7 R2 x4 H+ L% U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 {$ M$ V+ |+ `" s+ t: S4 v. b- n# i! [( a6 wYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 s2 f* K0 x& N
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! ?0 g; V. E5 R2 U B9 @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 T" M" P5 {8 g8 o4 d+ p5 Y" IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : c! O/ R |$ E* y: E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , y* [# n1 [; _# ]+ ^1 y) u
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 Q4 b% e. {' b$ g; eThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 k2 W; x& v" n8 X8 w5 kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! F6 z: x( ~0 J3 a8 a3 K; V
How you suffered for you sanity,4 p1 ~/ b1 \- }4 r! ]
How you tried to set them free,
' b& ~) S6 Y, HThey would not listen they're not listening still, S1 y% T# e0 r4 D! \ l7 D [
Perhaps they never will. |
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