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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( m- w& Q7 I% W2 P
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ ]! \7 Z" u* J; w3 _* E7 B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 f- ?+ ]( o; p& g0 J: A X8 l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 m" ]6 v# D1 Z. P* p/ x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# u; B& H, U) w0 } w) THow you suffered for you sanity,
7 I) l, K1 g, z' G/ T i- [/ w- w' bHow you tried to set them free,
, E0 w% l) e- q1 l& A2 ^" @9 |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 U5 f0 J# Y8 q: s c0 Z4 d! bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) o3 J* D& |9 t* kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% b5 ]9 b8 g0 f* S7 P# ^- \Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 Y+ M- B! S R3 L0 x- C# ]4 e m
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ r/ s; f: n% B
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 A1 l; Y' t# ^1 y6 t4 q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 L; [6 f& t0 r" j' i2 Q/ C! o
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , O4 f1 ]0 a6 s2 }5 W
But I could have told you, Vincent, - h( o9 P+ U: J0 Y3 u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & K8 N& Q h4 s3 H' V
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* ]& Y) O; X3 o" t6 j* H0 JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 j; L& m! ]2 q6 J/ e# B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- o2 R1 f6 L6 J4 s8 u1 lThe 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, $ a; z. R0 w: L% K
How you suffered for you sanity,; d. z" n% Q8 O1 {" n; v, v
How you tried to set them free, & q# _4 u4 V6 I; Q# A; b0 r
They would not listen they're not listening still, & g o$ p5 v# ?0 b% q2 c
Perhaps they never will. |
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