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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! R$ x9 r" y& @. h, b# u% ^" b' v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' K* Q4 b& g/ @: B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
x6 Q" L4 ~% x1 {& VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 o; x- h K5 k" w* n0 d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 B# i8 G. i2 xHow you suffered for you sanity, % u7 X$ ~: x" p! D9 m, Z. k
How you tried to set them free, . J1 Y/ |; c3 _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 N! ^/ G2 H( t# X2 z- W RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) N. M" x2 v: L6 ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 @& y9 E4 Y& ]: T" m( j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / u" q4 Y1 C o# E* U F/ \$ a! o
Weathered 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,
7 \' |& `+ V$ X4 G" w9 d* F% CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; o, l& X: }2 O# h& MYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 G( q* {, @# B) O0 |) h# ^But I could have told you, Vincent, " W }5 \6 |' G/ o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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q' @7 }1 o' ] {2 ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: {) l z$ V( X/ NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 m. k9 I1 G# l/ ~/ z$ w c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ r1 W9 |6 z$ n# y: j+ jThe 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, 8 d* N& g8 Q* `. S9 Y( _( e+ |6 H
How you suffered for you sanity,
, I; i2 q0 l+ }$ m" L2 l2 i! ]How you tried to set them free, , \- E7 O+ J' d, j3 ?9 U! {
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& Y: s! |3 W9 L. L; W8 H1 FPerhaps they never will. |
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