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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & K6 Y: N# d) v0 e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( F- S0 S( Y; }: D2 e2 v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 i; _4 i. |2 }/ eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 D' b3 r' i. r) E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! z" A) W% i+ e5 x h( T* e& _8 o+ |How you suffered for you sanity, & _2 Q6 A4 B: Y6 v
How you tried to set them free,
) F) V" q/ R: j/ Z7 ]; gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 K) c( i( b5 lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) z* `8 } |9 v& l% a: d1 d1 P6 uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% {1 r! d n# a1 n; W4 K( fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; {' K, | D# X8 }) m
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 B6 x6 O: E* f: \6 @
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ b! j. B: P5 n$ e, I8 BAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 ]2 e) v+ _2 Z! z9 m
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 U4 k5 I7 E5 J$ w8 S
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 q1 ^) B: R& o, ^! `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) b: D. o5 _2 d8 P4 ]. PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( Q" g5 T* O6 {4 j' L9 i- `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' j. d. M m I- N" X" o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, Z I2 ~" G. O% Y# Q5 FThe 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,
" `5 j8 g. }6 E. |; d$ b" [0 @How you suffered for you sanity,
0 R% _* k5 W4 ~- WHow you tried to set them free,
; h/ T0 V: o$ `; D/ E; ]) N% E6 DThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- q) K B5 C- f# [Perhaps they never will. |
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