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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. o% V. M4 z2 l3 h8 F* qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ j4 [) C0 x1 t A. eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: {1 {) N% T3 M P% c# d
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . {3 p: ^! E' ?' s9 o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& N% t; A( c$ I! c/ qHow you suffered for you sanity,
* x/ c& X% v- l0 L; tHow you tried to set them free,
( s6 \! }9 B& u1 L9 E) o7 aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 q& S: J! }/ X" [( [. P1 ]0 M+ OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % m( ?" g/ ~ S% ?1 ] n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ e4 B4 [" s4 R3 w+ n7 uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 }; i. g! s! f2 N1 zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 U& c3 }* K9 |
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : X% ^5 n* i/ b: M- s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 i+ F4 d% H% g
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! q8 X8 s0 q" N# Q2 k) p
But I could have told you, Vincent, - c( _9 ?0 F" v6 K) F2 T' @5 n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 M3 m% Z f1 R! ]( V. Z5 q: C- ~
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' U" _* s- k. Y# Y0 c3 f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % g( J& [# c0 |* e3 ~: |7 I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* W$ s3 F2 ~$ q% S- |The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % B" d5 x D2 N# Q6 {3 K
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + z# ?' |/ O9 }3 x
How you suffered for you sanity,( U1 P. _; w* a' U
How you tried to set them free,
. }! r; q( R3 VThey would not listen they're not listening still,
7 d: ]4 i" w; }8 x8 h" w: hPerhaps they never will. |
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