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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- z3 n# V7 O- ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; H9 W3 J1 Y! v' PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: V5 |0 l/ Y2 g% X4 T ^/ C" o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; P" m7 S: _& W2 H! F* v- r! }0 i. j
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ A' t) E0 f6 @& ^2 q# ~: Z5 N
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 f& _: J5 ~/ i8 T9 e' N
How you tried to set them free, ) O4 X0 A3 |% Y* B/ G2 J; \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) z' q+ o1 a }' W% Z9 HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 P# D$ L A$ W [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : d3 U( J( B2 W" _+ G4 a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. i0 N4 r( A6 ?; 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,
& u1 z7 Y! ^- k/ f7 yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 \- ^: [9 t4 t4 H
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , D+ b' |1 b/ R9 a
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ W) i: K+ L2 e6 Y9 B HThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( {) C, f. J( F pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; @* e) b% u4 c' G# ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. {0 G8 Y* P6 N; t( Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; h( e. F6 I: I' o% Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 j8 m8 d* z; r( L) [# e7 tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ }2 \* n$ p* T& {How you suffered for you sanity,! ], r$ Y( I$ i. O; e" J8 x
How you tried to set them free,
# y9 Q6 `& ]' U3 W( QThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; S- @& F" K- L5 B0 _/ X
Perhaps they never will. |
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