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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! L5 i& A7 G& J5 L; R" J$ y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 I* h, \+ B6 w) V" @) H9 f g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# q( W* I9 ?9 J% |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( U/ j% i& \/ Q0 eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' M- h1 E0 s M7 `How you suffered for you sanity,
: u: H) X" _( s% v- tHow you tried to set them free,
" P; ^" ?. ]! {They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * Z3 v# I- ?) ] I, E: M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 u/ z) `' B: m; SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 l3 x1 a- }+ I8 l% m/ y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 Z' n2 ^. w/ A8 G! c5 R8 L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, & m$ K( A0 w/ I' n; f {1 \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 p4 F. h4 g- l9 e3 X1 D# N7 _
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 |; O9 A, ?* p* {* U. K% Y* e( xBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' W3 o5 Q2 i9 z f M; q; p" CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) r& f9 O- g" }8 ]" c
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 R% q# l& L+ h' X4 K; o+ QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / o8 m6 K' g. y' D& `. P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) U/ C, U7 P& p( `7 u" Y) u1 rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % ^9 D5 D' j( C) M4 ]. F
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . _5 `" F: L' ?1 A. Y
How you suffered for you sanity,. x4 p) h7 |0 } S$ ^
How you tried to set them free,
3 @4 }1 n( w, z rThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& G+ o, M. c) ]1 v6 D" V* oPerhaps they never will. |
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