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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) `4 ]& Q( L9 `! ]5 `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - Q$ ~2 e5 c* r9 i7 ]8 c1 Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; D. i; F0 o* }8 z, f0 gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 @: L# O3 k/ u" lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
?% }' j" D: ]$ `% x; ~How you suffered for you sanity,
% M3 s3 H0 F4 \8 c- V, w. ^How you tried to set them free, 7 j: j0 k/ N/ @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % @/ K3 o+ a* t) ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; q5 M$ P# i0 ^3 j( l: ~ BSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 ~& n- {2 r0 t" R2 F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) x: @' e$ O# \. ?% A! W
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,
, z- x$ |' Q/ a0 F; a* m: lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 j! e) V! r8 m5 R9 F- |
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 V# D7 ~2 j, M2 Z4 k3 |But I could have told you, Vincent,
. T# ~$ i( s* c NThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . t6 v" x6 v+ U7 b
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' T: W" s( b! b' d+ w; w' n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 m1 s" ?" h1 L. C% |# r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' I; `) G4 s$ f* h0 ^9 l
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ s7 N9 k; V7 I0 i& p# X0 n
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) S) q" k" s- k% ?How you suffered for you sanity,0 q Y! Z& b4 T& [
How you tried to set them free,
# Y! x+ p0 e8 z9 \& \/ E2 _! fThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" M) Y" p F$ R: b, u- g. ]Perhaps they never will. |
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