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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & D8 e. b! p- ~& r& y/ m$ H' Y' k5 ~! ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! T u0 D. C0 R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: s; |# o/ c$ g3 t F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( w( s# T# s; RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% c F! C0 Y% f# l; N- z M
How you suffered for you sanity, " K% L+ t. v, ^# A: [
How you tried to set them free,
$ \9 p% h, g2 ?7 w6 XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) {/ m4 c$ M) x6 bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. |5 ?1 C1 o- n) y# \* G3 c% GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 D, g* f$ c- ~4 H% ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % Z- x9 m* P6 L
Weathered 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, : R. t4 m4 S+ p0 L% s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! U3 | ]0 N X. A- G& ^- j
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 O- i0 l: Z x9 {/ FBut I could have told you, Vincent, 0 i* H9 R u8 f5 J0 @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. [- ^, d. _0 _6 E U
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 E7 q' j' U2 `. _" B7 G3 o" e& G# z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 T: G6 U$ U. q1 o& g5 MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ B6 P4 Y% C6 z. {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, 6 V1 j$ u# h0 F" e a' @" N. O
How you suffered for you sanity,/ d8 h# H6 z4 |; f+ b" p; r% J
How you tried to set them free, : m9 J N/ q4 {9 ]: P3 k$ m4 I
They would not listen they're not listening still, , h& a1 ]. v3 L0 i( ?) `
Perhaps they never will. |
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