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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # N) f* q. W1 F- L# h8 n) G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) r2 U* N3 F& I* C `: n" g( c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) j5 {1 i. v) ^7 O) i4 n* w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& S; _4 W( [& `' C& f1 sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- a$ I* B- j* s, _9 p E
How you suffered for you sanity, ) i! P- k' _7 e, R2 D* V% j
How you tried to set them free,
% b7 k( n' p) _/ N* F' q6 HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + R: h/ f2 S6 t3 E5 V4 U
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / V! Z) N& s& H" M( f/ B) ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : w3 V7 I% n4 P5 \( U: m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! Z6 Y; Z! Z. r. k/ m* g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 }% ]1 ^6 I$ T0 {4 T
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 S5 g' u( t/ [" p; iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
j; |! e- n _You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% o$ L* \- M" V- YBut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ ~3 O {3 q# v: WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! b4 b2 @: {; \! v* A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 |/ P0 W+ y1 w9 }9 W0 ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ Z9 G4 j. O: S3 [; r6 j
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( V* d4 C1 L# } D7 D+ w6 y* g
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : R( t" s, p; H; @4 o
How you suffered for you sanity,) }/ a$ V: N7 L
How you tried to set them free, - `( x/ Z8 V0 J6 W1 ?
They would not listen they're not listening still, / O, L4 \& C6 G! M1 w O! x o
Perhaps they never will. |
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