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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! I6 ]& U! V* O5 W# ~$ H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 }; G/ p5 X- X2 Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) U0 J* T0 I- Q# [/ r2 Y r2 j4 jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 `3 ?* ^/ J+ u/ C0 e) [- P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! K; [' O* H0 w/ [0 @, eHow you suffered for you sanity,
) X W* i. k" y5 mHow you tried to set them free,
& t7 i0 m6 h" w7 ~( _( ~0 w0 C' HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # O4 |, ~; D9 W, T: P" f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 W7 O) g# F) D7 S$ r3 Y& ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
c' E$ ~( N0 v# }: ^6 t3 |& T) [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 N4 b9 @& j4 U+ G: c* o! fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 n' O2 Y. u/ f9 e t0 iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / n$ r& o! D" X8 x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 B, R+ q& l2 u1 f
You took your life as lovers ofter do, C/ d( Z5 ^( n/ n
But I could have told you, Vincent, / u- G9 |3 k3 m* D) |" Y8 c7 X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 n; |) I6 ]- y' r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
g0 \* q. C/ |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 y* [' d j, Q8 r* {. s4 W
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 b) g, z" ?" R3 P7 T: n1 h' V
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 i7 b0 W$ S: T/ `How you suffered for you sanity,) W$ C0 Z/ F% b w
How you tried to set them free, 6 w+ ]0 a' H- I5 x8 c1 d! A1 R& D
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 m: b7 ]- ]& Q1 N5 \$ C, E2 ~Perhaps they never will. |
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