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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . ^! {4 y2 z$ a* O" \' a& q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
f+ v8 s0 N7 T- |7 U9 x- TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ }- e- K: K( P; J) `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: u4 k/ F0 h" g/ s$ SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 D5 W! z' r6 W1 S+ ]How you suffered for you sanity, 3 D, d2 k6 d. c6 R2 k
How you tried to set them free,
) _3 s% |/ N5 ]. b# p! s7 t! DThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 R8 p) v2 S0 O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 s: N8 c" ~2 A) f5 USwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; R& v, {! T3 ^& o/ n% x- P0 A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, c$ h" ]; u1 U. O9 |
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) S& u1 |! w* Z+ t, k9 ]- V+ uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 f s' _( a3 eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 Z, M& g' B# G7 g
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ v/ N8 M& C! A$ f
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! c+ l# V7 T; | d8 n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * G( L$ T: O% T9 m
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 U6 R G, b/ f' u! s" @4 \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# j8 Q7 V& A+ m c4 S3 eLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' ] u0 y& B+ Q% g; S/ |" l
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, # `8 w w, t$ l" y' s# y
How you suffered for you sanity,/ [4 j$ @% i! @
How you tried to set them free,
8 ]. P' Y( y; `4 {5 i* ^6 Q8 d; qThey would not listen they're not listening still, , h& U1 J; T# H* K# ^* n
Perhaps they never will. |
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