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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / u+ y9 ] |% T, k; m- N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# H& s) }/ E* X0 J+ R b5 WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 q( j( R* F: K' g/ ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . P5 i0 N, D$ l: Y. l$ r+ j2 L2 U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 Q9 B+ k* e/ i4 e% v! x
How you suffered for you sanity,
- R J' p+ ~+ \- u4 O0 UHow you tried to set them free,
; t$ t4 U( w9 uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' d4 W& X8 o4 CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 G5 H% ?4 v# x4 G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 Q n% ] ?: ~* v* ^0 S% t" E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 d6 p6 C/ C9 T" m/ k N G0 sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- E$ b0 C9 k8 F% T. v0 I4 pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# D3 ?* R$ V+ s/ G& W7 {0 C3 P: rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ G. O+ q3 L4 X& @- ]You took your life as lovers ofter do, * ] J+ D& M! y+ w, P9 a
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' y( n0 I8 f$ I( {2 P( M) z2 BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 h# B+ g( u3 {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ g) O$ W K. o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ L- t7 h% X. S: a! j9 k% y6 yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 C4 `& g% ~* Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* z1 p! r- Q& D {! rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
^# K2 [' X0 u: jHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 @; ~8 m! F" h: HHow you tried to set them free, . f' N6 Q# ~4 u: ^1 ~
They would not listen they're not listening still,
: Q4 Z6 [8 }9 ?Perhaps they never will. |
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