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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . a0 L6 |: @1 ~& Y8 P
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 x8 K; k/ q" i" \& k5 O6 p3 E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& G Y: O7 h8 D" D9 r3 } {' V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- U8 H( t7 t3 ?2 T/ [+ L9 b# YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ F' p% @" R I4 l1 [5 rHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 q% j4 }5 } W7 v, B( s9 }
How you tried to set them free,
8 }( f9 e7 E3 JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- n0 K7 A g3 Q4 {! X# ]6 r: qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 U8 i; T" Y3 B+ i4 @( m/ G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 M: ^+ Z5 H3 |7 j8 J3 zColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( G4 W/ v' W5 u0 gWeathered 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, - c, L0 x0 G: h$ Y9 C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % }; Y2 J$ w& @2 P
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 b$ o& e; p' m- z3 T
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- R4 n- U8 k g. g3 ?4 Q, oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! P% p: y% |+ h% [2 A" } i2 `
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 {: W5 m, L0 s3 s& V6 q) d- M/ _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) ]4 _; V- y! I7 S- }; A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 l5 w1 [. ?. F, tThe 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, 4 @% G! W( M5 }# I2 N
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 |# @6 D" h) I9 t1 kHow you tried to set them free,
$ j' K% i R. F3 @% tThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 E# F a2 [7 C# B
Perhaps they never will. |
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