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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) a( X2 ~* h5 S& ]% U3 r9 @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! y. m$ k$ n6 H6 ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! C& c1 _2 l; h( [' O4 t$ j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! ^. c- }" k I% C8 `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. q/ Q2 h8 D* u; F2 ZHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 @* T# ?. T$ v2 S4 ] T, S
How you tried to set them free,
% K& f& ~/ R2 C1 L; n2 Y$ WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 a* X( x/ z3 d; k& y5 Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 p, q) x: W2 ^) w9 Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. N; R! f: u: p4 w6 MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 ~/ m9 @& Y7 C# 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 y) O# r% R/ }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 y+ c: v4 U4 |You took your life as lovers ofter do, * q2 O+ p5 E6 x. ^9 q( e
But I could have told you, Vincent, + K7 i- q% _( i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. M8 J. V8 w" Y" MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # H2 d" |5 K! U$ A- Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; \4 z- Z2 d; n* [8 g6 S# E8 E/ ^+ iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( B% k( J5 @2 p9 s1 [- f: q7 EThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& @3 ~; n1 g+ {% `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 I) l% [& R, ^0 y5 Z nHow you suffered for you sanity,5 t4 |' l! W$ d: b4 b+ V
How you tried to set them free, ( M# P$ b e6 p) k2 x7 ]
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 \$ b" M7 W6 a' i; E( z
Perhaps they never will. |
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