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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 @+ F" Q, J& R% o9 K/ K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 _4 |* h% e1 U# x7 _$ h4 G: ~! x* [" I. v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! F6 D+ c3 o3 E$ c. P. dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% t/ }- I2 s9 e0 A% N, T& A3 ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 J+ D$ n8 g4 o" Y' S" DHow you suffered for you sanity, / M' ~$ h3 A9 h! l4 ^" j. L: j
How you tried to set them free, $ @2 F0 W! X5 M9 k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ n, U$ M5 x. a! I* ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% e& i) n6 Q+ C$ F% ^6 KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( q9 r1 Y7 F: N: K3 R: b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 s" }( B1 c& ^5 kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 p0 p/ d& E; k4 |" {
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 _0 F+ Y. K% {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) [* D# l! m5 E) s2 k5 q# k9 f
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( Q! l. I% n9 ]& ]
But I could have told you, Vincent, % s/ h4 `# d* ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ L' y4 a- Q0 j7 H3 Y# CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! j4 l/ D: p5 i. cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' D( G% S( S- K! f1 ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 b( b& n# M2 B( m
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, ) I, r6 A5 m8 h0 y4 j# _! Q, `- R
How you suffered for you sanity,
% N+ U$ c o3 i! [How you tried to set them free,
; N: v7 t0 g3 B; ^They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 f6 ~$ l/ A( Q6 U( w& LPerhaps they never will. |
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