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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 `( h' ~6 i0 j, J6 C. pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ B) B* y: Y5 X" t' nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 b8 K0 @, l+ j4 E* S8 |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 E: P% Y1 ?* {8 V0 v6 \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, I* H: L$ z# J3 Y
How you suffered for you sanity, & r4 b5 ]! N2 F% F @) @4 K7 V
How you tried to set them free, - f7 {& H# n4 U1 x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! R- r( B( q0 ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 e; H# M, H* b1 ^. F0 OSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 b* b+ n: a# F. |* |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ N) O. L4 V" _3 ]# MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. S D. P8 x1 }" jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 k0 P4 v( r9 {+ y- C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : A' v& Q! ]% E& [% S! }0 ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( I/ m6 g8 v# T" g4 _& R' n/ l
But I could have told you, Vincent, . y" X3 V; M' E) j9 K1 f2 H" o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; \" E0 O* V5 ]- p" ?& p5 B( OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( D8 X/ I4 W4 ~) W5 {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & @9 f1 W5 R+ o0 N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 Q% |. D. u' K, {1 y5 T$ F% [
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 u4 [9 r9 i$ F% D: [: C$ _
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' l$ h9 I) a- Y* C. \4 `" B3 h" pHow you suffered for you sanity,. S* ~% L- L2 {3 c
How you tried to set them free,
0 s) D+ w) M/ p' SThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* r# s0 X+ `& M1 s4 {/ T; gPerhaps they never will. |
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