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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / m: d% |& A" x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % N) U2 S! o6 _" J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 V. J% R& }9 v; ~: I* l, a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 T/ [/ |9 z4 m4 [' I- {5 H! T& N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, _* P; y' J9 f3 ?5 a+ k1 K
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 h" H" [& \) K
How you tried to set them free, ' E ^; Y! T" @2 R' t) x, E. ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( w- K( V( x( k8 \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 f$ x9 ~3 Z8 {3 X# b5 KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 A. Z& b4 X: o* o0 c1 ^" u. l9 b' S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 o! J2 ~# t/ Y: Y' kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; |/ P3 F& Q7 K: n3 ^, `8 DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % `' Z4 m& O3 B0 u& O* b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 o* p9 e* F$ `* a8 AYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
. K& U+ O& g; yBut I could have told you, Vincent,
! J q+ O8 V) E& ~) x1 r7 E j jThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 k; l L" j- x6 U/ k
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 D5 B6 P/ _0 ^ v- Q! n& t) k0 mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 z9 Y1 t* Z# J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- ?% I1 e2 h; lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 ^ r# C' Q# W' ? Y8 {, _
3 ?% t& D! I4 n9 m7 MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 E; E# O' P0 Y# G/ p
How you suffered for you sanity,
) a! U2 e6 Q/ M8 G, U. B4 \1 h3 AHow you tried to set them free,
& h0 P9 `7 {+ u; Q" l( J( GThey would not listen they're not listening still,
: T6 l( f' Z \; e- vPerhaps they never will. |
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