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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 e. f- `& T) {5 X9 W! I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 R$ j. L3 U5 R4 U+ f& R+ m0 J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. d$ C- E- N- t. n4 ~+ x3 lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 [4 o8 w1 b! F! _+ BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,$ ^6 O# a) q& B
How you suffered for you sanity, $ h7 [2 ^0 r0 @$ c3 l( N/ S
How you tried to set them free, ) Q0 y- h9 ^9 u$ W+ d% I. O K; ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' }6 l$ T* J# q9 c8 R3 G. WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ X# P9 `4 \4 q q" @+ S c: Z' _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; N( e% `1 O( q, |" d7 V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : v( R. I. J( e% \( [
Weathered 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,
# { ?0 W6 C" l, O1 B$ ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , k8 C6 |" M% H! v1 K4 R9 N1 W5 X% B( c
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * m* S |, d7 w5 F, K
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 M" o( @6 N* J5 t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! S) O& v6 q; a( i
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' y: ^. [2 z J) GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: u( e' X, x1 T5 WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 X( ~, n/ ^( vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& S) c) m5 ?+ SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 w) `7 k" _9 t, h9 k
How you suffered for you sanity,8 G6 p# V+ ~3 l
How you tried to set them free, - M; k1 \- d8 F; z+ }& I
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" ^7 U: O" e# [; q( m/ Y* mPerhaps they never will. |
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