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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' H( r- R: A5 C: s! J! s8 x. z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 t8 q. S9 G' ^5 f7 E, g: M/ nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 x/ U/ \1 O: j- v8 f7 K z+ d/ h- YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " m, b: t4 ~9 a7 y( S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ ^ f, w4 T' f
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 g; v5 J- z% z1 e; e2 YHow you tried to set them free,
+ ?) p t- }! QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& e0 t$ c+ | |1 E: M* YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + X/ ^3 z( \* Z& E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 r( \6 T, A7 V9 F$ ~
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! c. Y5 k) v; Z. V# y# lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 i8 `, _2 o0 a- q$ M
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 R, U6 o8 e: f3 z9 f& kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 k) l% b" k* e: ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 d/ b6 N" r) R# ^+ d" ?+ |& J2 m
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ ^+ D! N# A7 k% v. n5 P" IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; B8 `; s# a7 r6 A) NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; e8 f& a- v! |+ W$ O$ K5 f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! R* r' }; ~8 w! v) u* m+ ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( E4 O8 h E' e1 B* n$ u
The 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,
7 }2 Z+ B b# a2 i* a( o* N# z- o$ BHow you suffered for you sanity,& h) a8 y1 U8 I8 _: J; c
How you tried to set them free,
8 z7 q0 g7 b: W6 C% uThey would not listen they're not listening still,
, R f7 ^" Y4 Z# C# ~Perhaps they never will. |
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