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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( z5 n; I2 H, ~6 w C, Z( ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " m7 H- Y. x4 i1 c3 b0 M) r- B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 V o, P) H/ y: {) V9 ?) u6 n& v) ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ a: E' _6 n4 b: h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 ^) b1 E% @- {) T$ ^* ?4 u# T5 |
How you suffered for you sanity, " P- A* c, T8 J3 H/ Y( O
How you tried to set them free,
+ t* X @6 g7 u5 ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) V& j4 E1 i% R# X6 eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ c# n( R: U$ j; Z, l% ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' K! S Z. E, Q; W7 U2 x- m' t/ nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: x% o3 L1 Y% b+ W: fWeathered 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, $ ~0 a% g* l. Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ i* Z @3 d! N5 eYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' i- k2 z9 A' ^( b$ l& }/ b
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) S( p! x, d; I" T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ ~' _: I+ B$ k# @0 @* P! e4 PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 o B. ~4 H N1 pFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, }9 m- i, y7 L! G z& P1 P+ k1 PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / c* _# n7 R3 k3 N# _, I
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . ^' A0 a' |7 X
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% k# v: H2 H. S( b3 HHow you suffered for you sanity,1 W- {- U- V7 {9 \( G" \5 F
How you tried to set them free,
: ^) u) l5 h) A+ [; A+ ZThey would not listen they're not listening still,
J) [% i. G- o& u/ H8 V1 ^Perhaps they never will. |
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