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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 I+ v, i8 V. x8 F8 J! }/ v3 R4 x+ hLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - l1 e" \+ g w' u1 M" |5 I4 h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( q+ F. `9 ]' yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 i0 K. S5 f6 O' k3 [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. R. C- [6 J, Y7 }. x' x% aHow you suffered for you sanity,
% C8 E) m. y( Y- qHow you tried to set them free, * y: Z9 |8 ^, c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 K* X0 Q: S) m* a5 n2 ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # s7 I A7 k" b' p5 w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 Z4 S% e6 k* C9 y# Y% [( g4 _. s Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 R6 Q$ z4 R4 h' |) `& IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 k% p* O- o3 {: h+ ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) r0 L9 P! V0 b3 R! S2 LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % z) g6 v% a) e
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . K1 k5 n% M8 i5 C9 v
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' O3 E# g" W( r# _0 Q# x$ p; f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . t: Y" K1 _4 m7 o
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- r9 p p( D3 z, l+ [- RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' j: Q2 Z: c9 }Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! a6 g- n _* S" X! A
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, Z# J" W3 v! ]1 X# W! J3 R
How you suffered for you sanity,2 n& j d; z7 f
How you tried to set them free, 7 W3 I* E2 v+ J. K; x8 q
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 [8 h8 u' Y. M( ^: H, P& I
Perhaps they never will. |
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