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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . i5 W, f" e6 }# _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 v3 R4 v, }% e9 V4 p+ M2 KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ F% }% `% h4 n% ~" k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % r! v+ e1 X g. z9 j0 ?, ~0 B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( N, i# W; d! R( h
How you suffered for you sanity,
" F$ _8 x' ?) j+ q, a* R7 OHow you tried to set them free,
1 Q7 d0 [2 m* {5 D& W6 XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 |3 D& I. @; M1 T# C0 x+ i5 J7 aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 }5 T( a- P# Q( Q$ I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * e! x5 P% R$ m5 N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 n- r8 N& _0 p; `7 f$ i0 s* [* w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; W% d& j2 J, {9 I+ ^
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: O8 R5 O! P- u% X( o- W! pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- s+ W- ?. h7 x1 i" r' W# i$ kYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 i5 D; ^1 z3 ^" b5 NBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 M+ z) q% Y" L4 V8 D! Z. v, K" l0 w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # Y; {& C0 A N9 F2 ?8 p- d, J2 U
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 k$ \8 M2 U, ~1 h) W w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & g; j9 j' w% _5 h. O' A: @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; ^0 ~$ d! d& o9 e( v, E& g
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 D! F: v& C, q8 M+ BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 N0 Z$ R* y: D* g$ lHow you suffered for you sanity,
# \& A8 i$ S. D" W1 w0 WHow you tried to set them free,
# X+ q4 k3 a0 B8 P& H% GThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 j; L' b" I. KPerhaps they never will. |
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