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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 k) ]( Z- W, ~. B- k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% A% C& v$ K' @4 ^6 V0 EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& r' Y$ B$ `8 s5 n8 u$ T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 q m0 c4 f8 W' Z" z2 D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 x4 y. m8 `& z3 c R6 ~# n
How you suffered for you sanity, , g4 P. y J- ?2 R/ ~
How you tried to set them free, : G" q. I! W1 K; w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( F# @8 u" i |9 v7 J* }& Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 M3 g0 Q% \& l: V+ Z8 i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 J5 G8 c3 U9 E7 w: {2 w9 M2 @' m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
|5 @( r5 V3 C8 n9 I9 LWeathered 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,
- e$ e& x0 ^. W6 Y( @' J" S( pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ k" |3 I6 r! }# h5 r0 p7 Z ~You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 f Q0 c+ B* t9 u1 [8 [7 R& c2 h& eBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) w+ f' n4 h8 Q1 h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' [8 Y! F) \- ?' x- R' x1 w/ _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% V6 M6 m2 _7 `3 E) ]# K% J( xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 f c# Z; W8 k2 n/ v) W5 \, VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ b! U3 M, G- D& [ A/ s' T1 D$ e; iThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ M& M6 e$ p" q. E( A
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 Q. ^7 |/ W" n
How you suffered for you sanity,# x( u) l/ J0 e7 X( \
How you tried to set them free,
8 P/ I: V9 Z' ZThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 E- z7 q) h& N' @
Perhaps they never will. |
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