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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + H/ H; ~ V; C! z( m: X0 x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # W" R( L# h& w6 k- y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* p1 L* Z; _% a; [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 S, v9 q+ L1 H5 i5 B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) P9 P% h9 A4 \3 E' p4 A( P
How you suffered for you sanity,
( k2 @$ e$ K2 D$ Y' gHow you tried to set them free,
" a0 N) p w3 k+ a; [6 d+ J4 w+ zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' |9 q) b7 c' q7 M/ _# i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' Y q9 ]" ^9 O' @3 f& ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 ?; l6 `' o& A# L v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * G, q1 T5 J" \+ A6 Z# X7 L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 ~, \) E; o) I4 |+ IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% `! G2 C0 m# \& C x" ?9 o$ Q8 sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) s3 b" o' ?5 y. b8 |& f, R
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' M) F# _ A& w9 G- dBut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ y& o. p5 q# CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; v( J' E$ A7 x! Q1 B! {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' H8 G5 m- `& U- x3 n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 @1 N7 n8 a0 [& q, u& `8 f- NThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( Y/ u# @! B4 }. V7 v) ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' O4 O) [# F6 C; v1 B0 WHow you suffered for you sanity,! _7 L7 G* ~4 R0 |0 U0 Q
How you tried to set them free,
4 n, O6 U! o7 i& }9 yThey would not listen they're not listening still, ! [1 P2 w* b1 M& P& i N1 j5 P
Perhaps they never will. |
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