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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( K" h3 _- h* D% F5 S( c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 v# _$ a& ^: d) K K* c) h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 R$ i+ \8 I5 W D6 \' h ^! `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # U( S% ?( M9 F j+ x5 Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; k7 R- c5 ^$ P6 R
How you suffered for you sanity,
: {# u& s0 y5 Y) y" x, gHow you tried to set them free, ; K+ z6 i4 Q- `9 R) e$ Y' T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! j: ~" ~- ^* M. g; C6 \0 RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& ~3 e/ t' q6 L& Z* v* C8 g# HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' t- S8 g0 R6 F5 }6 t% Y* pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; {2 |- w! ], ?0 r2 M- Z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% x( L8 Z) w3 F4 a6 ~: A) fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; P$ p/ i: [/ P# S- ^) VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 a! f# g9 b" l. M
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 v8 Q6 q5 j& n
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 g' m* \" \% W) i. l6 iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 L' P9 A# r0 ?" d/ @* B
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ E0 y$ U2 V: e+ G+ }* [3 OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - J: Y9 ]/ w' o6 e% s0 K" \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( e) F7 s3 O0 s1 y! F; x- ~; _ X5 EThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ ~( F e6 L+ P+ b- c
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 p) j/ |$ {& O0 s/ v4 x
How you suffered for you sanity,
* r/ p \. H6 P$ C" HHow you tried to set them free,
: g9 I1 B0 C$ {' yThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. A, J5 P8 V& \Perhaps they never will. |
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